Long Machismo Poems

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy...

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Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I'm still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a weathered
wooden platform
for my monastic tent

Now folded
and masterfully squeezed into its...

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Folk purchase this celeb’s new candle
 It’s something my brain cannot handle
 ‘Smells like my v’gina’ 
Could give folk angina
 This fragrance has caused quite a scandal 

Inspired by a comment from a fancy friend...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux

Although heterosexual 
predilections punctuated
physiological pulsations 
about five inches below
innie belly button of mine 
showcasing undersize
male member, when fully erect 
not much to crow
about, contributed 
diminished masculinity within
body electric regarding 

wordsmith...

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Can you make any sense of
systemic racism?

No more common sense than
too much patriarchalism--
all leftbrain dominant things
oppressing sacred Earth's
polycultural win/win systems
promoting resiliently wealthy
resonant synergetic health

Care given
as received
in fruitful wombs,
like apple cores in transition
from refuse
toward rebirth

May be...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
     tap into his latent...

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Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *  ...

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She’s dead
But will always stay alive
A beacon for everyone with a gripe

Thatcher snatcher was their war cry
When with apparent vigour
She tore asunder all society held dear

A divisive strong willed fighter
With femininity covering a steely frame
She...

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True add verse situation,
     whereat me mission
     trans send dint state didst ache
after yours truly nearly
     did nearly break
chassis 'pon took drastic
 ...

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My Angel

My sons on a secret mission full of bravery, loneliness, comradery. 

His smiling face I miss so dear, now his aloofness is quite so clear.

Rich politicians making victims from the military industrial system, as...

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Why do they hate so?
They expound forgiveness
But malign half of humanity
It is the gravest sin
That they do not wish to know

The human race cannot exist
Without a mixture of men and women
Men crave priority
While the woman...

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Naciste en San Jose, California; eres Americana. Mis padres creados en Guanajuato, son Mexicanos. Me crié hablando espanol con música de mariachi y fue inculcada en mi la cultura y tradiciones de mi México. Estuviste...

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ladies of the night 
are dressed in finest lace 
while hiding in the shadows 
where they never leave a trace 
on barren - broken - bastard streets 
these ladies have no face 
with tarnished tassels...

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This Dissembling Man...

Trod thru three
score orbitz with air
tight (hermetically sealed)
lid on his emotions bare
reft of evincing

concern and/or care
ring forever guarded against
incursions upon fragile as chinaware
psyche foregoing giving
healthy breathing room

never to dare
risk challenging discomfort zones
 ...

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Sat still, with eyes gazing at the mob of young men
It's him! No wonder, he couldn't escape my eyes
An edgy stalker, tuning a song in reprise
A feel, i couldn't evoke, still to no avail I...

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It's date night once again,
almost near the witching hour
You dread the dimming of the light,
as the clock chimes the midnight strike
Half-hearted display of staged re-enactments
of bygone semi-passionate days
Youthful days in the rearview,
both bodies not looking...

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Does machismo make a real man
with its excessive ego of superiority?
If it is considered the vital part of masculinity,
how come disregard, vulgarity and obscenity are
highly valued by anyone encouraging this character;
I've known such individuals whose...

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FOR WHAT IS POWER


For what is power?

A dream, a vision, a destiny? 

All un-achievable because….

Because we accept the definition handed down by those in power.
Power is strength.  Strength is power.

Rosa Parks had strength, she...

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I am an endangered specie,becoming readily extinct by the day.
There are few and far less of us as time is ever so clear
one day,alas,the whole of us will surely disappear.
Men,without flaws or granny glass spectacles
are...

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ANOTHER WAR 

To kill another man in the name of liberty
Is the rehashed creed of global greed
To some a country is free only if
It deserves to be 
No thought for the individual calamities
Visited on the...

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Take society’s attitude
Towards indifference as given
Although women abhor gratitude
For societal foibles forgiven

In the face of the Christian faith
That burns within a woman’s soul
When Providence breath
Scores a salutary goal

In consonance with the motto
One cheek slapped, the...

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(07/09/11)

He had taken a firm stand
To prove that he was a macho man.
He built his body and tightened his abs
To make them look like the bricks on a wall
But with time those abs would fall.

He...

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A Rottweiler  Shepard mix
longsuffering had proven to be
With the Doberman pup, a red one,
won on a gambling spree

Rocky the mix and BoBo
 coexisted for a time
As any two male dogs can manage
till BoBo reached...

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Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.

A Gift.
Not as I...

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