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There was a time, not that long ago that was sad,
A time when a woman's purpose was to please men;
Since childhood taught to dress a certain girly way,
To be ladylike in manners with perfect make-up.
Obeying ruling fathers and superior brothers,
Conceited boyfriends and domineering husbands.
They were taught to be cooks and clean and do laundry,
To have children well dressed and obedient to father;
Perfect bodies and perfect hair no matter what,
Columnists advised them on affairs of the heart.
And how to keep your man and other junk,
They read romance about men tall and dark.
Then World War II happened and women went to work,
Working in factories and offices and so much more;
Jobs once filled by their men and they liked it a lot,
And they still managed to do the cooking and housework.
When the war ended, women never went back,
They were equal to men and the rest is history.
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June 23, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Patriarchy, sponsor, Thomas Martin
First Place
Dr. Seuss: “How did it get to be so late so soon?”
I sat down to write,
but no thoughts would come.
Still thinking and thinking,
I said, “This is dumb!”
One look at the clock,
and what did I see?
I’d started at one
and now it was three!
The page of my tablet
showed white like the snow.
Where, my friends, where
did the precious time go?
I got myself up
and decided to clean,
but people kept calling -
You know what I mean?
My sister, my mother,
then old Uncle Fred.
I couldn’t believe it.
I thought he was dead!
I glanced at the clock.
It was already five.
The only GOOD thing:
Uncle Fred is alive!
I needed to go
to the gym and the store,
but I just couldn’t get
myself out the door.
The gym I postponed.
So what else is new?
I just had too much
of housework to do.
Outside was still day light.
I thought I’d get done
By seven at least
when still I’d see sun!
But once I got started,
I just couldn’t stop.
I vacuumed and scrubbed,
then danced with a mop!
I looked out the window.
The sky had grown black.
Saner folks now
would be hitting the sack!
Propped up on a pillow
I sat down again,
this time on my bed
with that old shoulder pain.
My poem wrote itself
by the light of the moon.
So how did it get to be
so late so soon?
For Brenda Chiri-Carroll's Funny How Fast Time Flies Poetry Contest
Note: There is no Uncle Fred!! Just some poetic license!
A desperate housewife I knew
had such mundane housework to do.
Being so tired of it,
she decided to quit.
Then off to Las Vegas she flew.
Having always been such a lithe girl,
she thought “I’ll give dancing a whirl!”
Her audition went well.
From a large oyster shell
She emerged, so they all dubbed her Pearl.
Her skin, soft and fair, shone like dew
as she smiled with eyes crystal blue.
All the men threw her money
as her voice, sweet as honey,
called out, “Let me entertain you!”
As Pearl danced each night, looking pretty,
Her husband, back in her home city,
was fit to be tied,
thinking maybe she’d died!
Poor fool didn’t have a clue, did he!
Unbeknownst to sweet Pearl, her “dear” spouse
had been sneaking off as she’d played house.
To conventions he’d said
he was going. Instead,
he’d been gambling in Vegas, that louse!
Off to strip clubs he’d gone every chance
that he got. How he loved to see dance
naked women all sizes
in sexy disguises
while his wife at home longed for romance.
Now the tables were very much turned.
And her husband was feeling quite spurned.
He would sleep restlessly
thinking where could she be!!
But her whereabouts he never learned.
No longer could he run away
on a whim. He still had bills to pay.
That cleaning and cooking
meant no time for looking
at girls! He had less time to play.
In Vegas, his wife had come far.
In fact, she was a superstar.
Wearing naught but a fan,
she’d entice every man,
then drive home in a pearl-colored car!
Her spouse lost his job. The years fled.
His wife he then had declared dead.
But with no job in sight,
he’d stay home each night,
with loneliness causing him dread.
Do you think this guy ever has let
his conscience feel any regret
that his wife did so much
while he gambled and such?
Has he learned anything at all yet?
Did he marry and get a new bride?
Did Pearl go and change her sweet ride
to a sleek red Corvette,
and did SHE marry yet?
I leave it to YOU to decide!
Written June 2016 for the Desperate Housewife Contest of PD
I am putting a sign in my window for a position available. The position is soul mate,
(friend and lover) this is not a temporary job but a forever thing. Apply within to see
what I am seeking.
You must be male
Single (divorced or widow is okay)
Live in this city(no long distance thing)
Love cats (I have two)
And children (I have none)
You must be trustworthy and faithful
(without trust we have nothing)
Have good communication
A good listener
Love nature and long walks
Hate cruelty to people and animals
Like poetry(mine especially)
Be a writer (optional)
Be happy with your life
Not into smoking, drugs or alchohol
Have humility and kindness
Ambition and intelligence are needed
As is honesty and warmth and tenderness
Mature yet still have that little kid inside
You should be supportive and nurturing
Appreciate my friends(accept them)
Be a good kisser etc
Sense of humor is a must
Like art and museums and plays and concerts
Movies and music
Day trips in the city and hiking
(sorry these feet never leave the ground)
Flowers(because I have a garden)
Watching television
Love to read and quiet time
Have great quantities of compassion and empathy
Show respect to me and others
Have your own hobbies and interests and friends
Accept my flaws
Be passionate and romantic and affectionate
Like to cook
Helping with the housework is not a problem(yes/no)
If you have controlling behaviour (please do not apply)
Share my values and respect my beliefs
Committed to improving yourself
Appreciate my private space and thoughts
Bring me flowers and chocolates (just because)
Willing to compromise at times
Put no conditions on our relationship
Make me a better person
Love me
If you feel this is a position you are qualified for, please come for an interview with
a list of your qualifications and picture. Reminder, this is not a temporary job but
a forever thing.
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June 7, 2015
List
Written by Broken Wings
For the Contest, The Interview, sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
My husband swears I am a man.
Is it because I refuse to do housework, wash dishes, vacuum or shop?
Possibly.
But I never liked any of that stuff.
I did it for over thirty-five years – things I despised.
He has taken over the housework.
Not that I care.
And the laundry.
Which I also do not care about.
I did all the housework, laundry and grocery shopping the first thirty-five.
That he has done it for fifteen does not interest me.
I do not care if it gets done.
Maybe I am a man.
Because I feel free.
After work I sit in a recliner and press the remote button.
If there is a difference between the expectations of man and woman.
This is probably it.
Call me male.
Just don’t call me into the kitchen.
Work Work Work Work Work Work
Long weeks with a boss who is such a jerk
The world might end if the words thank you left his lips, jerk
Nothing but a jerk I tell you, he’s nothing remotely like Captain Kirk
I’m a baker in a country bakery, I’m not an office clerk
Not even once a year do I get a perk
Week after week just like clockwork
Mondays and Tuesdays I am off work
While the rest of the world is hard at work
Weekends to me just mean more work
Always excluded from weekend parties, I go berserk
It’s been twenty years now, so really I’m way beyond berserk
I’m now an outcast totally forgotten by the network
I’ve never called in sick, duties I refuse to shirk
But the boss laughs and gives nothing more than a smirk
I dream of doing other things like fancywork, woodwork or artwork
But my weekends aren’t for much more than leisurely housework
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 23, 2018 for contest FRIDAY FEELING sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 5TH
What makes a child feel closer to one parent rather than to the other?
Although love bound me to the heart of my mother,
it was to my Father's side that I chose to cling.
He was always the first up in the morning, even before the sun.
He knew as a farmer, his work in the fields was never done.
I remember my first day of school. He was the bus driver.
Timid little me, I looked out the window and there he was,
peering back at me. I ran from the room and into his arms.
After a hug he looked me in the eye and said. "Don't cry."
I thought I was home free,
but my Dad took me by the hand and walked me back to my desk.
My Dad, he always knew how to handle me.
I wanted no part of housework.
To the fields I followed him after school.
It was our time to talk about our dreams, problems, whatever was on our minds.
He never stopped, not even after open heart surgery...twice.
It slowed him down, but never made him quit.
I watched the strength in him fade away,
day after day he lost the battle of ill health.
His kidneys were shutting down and he finally lost his will to live.
The last time he opened his eyes I kissed him goodbye and he could only smile.
That night he went into a coma and I prayed to God that He let him die.
I've never felt guilty about those prayers.
I'd already lost my Father to sleep.
I have no bad memories of my Dad.
He was never the one to dole out a spanking.
He was my buddy; my hero in every sense of the over used word.
We hunted together~ he taught me to drive a tractor ~ I could go on.
He loved me as much as I still love him.
I was blessed to have such a wonderful father, and grandfather to my children.
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December 31st, 2015 Tell About your Dad Contest: Sponsor: Judy Konos
Things I Almost Always Daily Do
1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head.
2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day)
3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed.
4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget to pray.
5. Drive or don’t drive (see item number 2)
6. If out, decide if after work, I’ll stop by at the gym.
7. If driving also, stop for errands that I need to do.
8. Make time for cats and hubbie; feed them and feed him.
9. Make sure what I fix for dinner also pleases me.
10. Call one of my sisters, my mother or a friend.
11. Go online; maybe write; watch my night’s TV.
12. Brush teeth and bathe, go to bed. Dream good dreams? The end.
Things I’ll Never Make a To-Do List for
1. Practice knitting; make things like a sweater.
2. Be a child again and build a fort.
3. To anyone but Mom, write a snail-mail letter.
4. Watch a show on fixing things or any kind of sport.
5. Learn to parachute or ski; to surf or para-glide.
6. Learn gardening and wait to do it gleefully in spring.
7. Eat some kind of nasty food that I can’t abide.
8. Do a lot of housework any day with zing.
9. Memorize long passages like I did in school.
10. Do a dissertation to get a high degree.
11. Go hiking up a mountain even if the weather’s cool.
12. With stupid or abhorrent things state that I agree.
My Short List
1. Quickly get all boring things (that I must do) done.
2. Relish life and all I love; have a lot of fun.
Feb. 10, 2023 for Suzanne Delaney's The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Each weekday morning, 6:15, we have to hit the floor.
We dress, have breakfast, feed the pets, and then we're out the door.
When I return from work each day, there's housework to be done;
so I zoom into clean-up mode. Now watch me grab and run.
About five thirty, kids want food, so I whip up a meal.
Then both kids do their list of chores; that’s part of our firm deal.
About six thirty, both need help with homework. We must deal
with common core curriculum! By eight o’clock I feel
so frustrated that I could scream; my tension’s at the max.
When kids are fast asleep, at last I’ll flop down and relax
for one whole hour, watch TV, and put up my tired feet.
Before I go to bed, I’ll make the house look nice and neat.
The one who should be sharing life’s responsibilities
deserted us. He said, “With you, I can’t do as I please”!
I pray for strength and guidance as I raise my girl and boy
and for the wayward father who will never share my joy.
Date: October 31, 2019
Contest Title: Anything You Want Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
There's more to keeping house,
Than washing dishes, sweeping floors.
You must wipe away the dirt,
From window sills and doors.
Picking up and straightening,
For certain is a must,
But if you want it to be clean,
It's wash and scrub or bust.
Because you ran the vaccuum,
You think you've done a chore;
But did you wash the window panes?
Did you mop the floor?
The cupboard doors need wiping down,
Else they get greasey, tacky.
The hood above the stove as well.
The counter tops are nasty.
Then there's dusting to be done,
And don't forget the bathroom.
Tub and toilet, bathroom sink,
Deodorize the room.
Now if you think your work is done,
The bedrooms need a cleaning;
So everything smells fresh and clean,
As you lay a-dreaming.
Tomorrow is another day,
Just like the one before.
You did all this just yesterday,
But it must have grown some more.