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Pregnant Without a Parent Reason

All men are created equal
All men are women in the womb
With babies born inside their minds
Delivered in flight by penguin equity

All women are men with inverted appendages
Who have pronouns instead of names
Amazon drops off packages at their doorsteps
On purpose, special deliveries
At the end of the flat Earth streets                    
   
No matter what gender you are
You are a pregnant superstar

Companies come in the morning to give birth
Not to Jesus but to rainbow coalitions
On the condition that you step outside yourself

Follow them to a world of fluffy stuff
Full of marshmallows, unicorns and Oreo cookies
Oreo says, “Transgenders exist”
A cookie fixation, that’s the fix

Steeped in power, keeping the clouds at bay
Vanilla is a way to stay happy happy joy joy

Everyone comes in one size, supersize
One must keep an open mind to be woke
One must wake up first to be Woke
A condition that has no cure at first
Until someone gives birth on the sly
Not knowing who or why


Premium Member What the Morning Leaves Behind

I woke this morning
to the thick breath of heat,
a humid Sunday rising slow as regret.

The tulip tree leaves hung there,
backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel,
and beneath the sagging feeder,
a ragged pile of feathers—gray, white, brown—
strewn across the grass,
as though something holy had been torn apart
in the night.

Fox, coyote, hawk—
it hardly matters.
Something lived, and something else lived longer.

I stood there,
thinking how easy it is to mistake hunger for cruelty,
but the air was already moving on,
taking the story with it.

From the television in the sitting room,
the voice of a tired reporter cracks
over the flash flooding on the Guadalupe,
bodies pulled from the brown water,
while the ban on transgenders from the military takes hold,
quiet as a closing door.
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Note: Another poem reflecting James Wright's style

Premium Member Political Short-Circuits

A problem with fundamentalist short-circuits
is their Left-dominant tendencies
over RightBrain polypathic-polyphonic resonant feelings.

Fundamentalism shrinks Left-RightBrain Both-And
WinWin ecopolitical thinking,
strategizing,
democratizing,
domesticating,
creolizing.

For example,
imagine your nationalistic domestic policies
to pit those who victoriously have
against marginalized and criminalized lepers,
parasites, really,
in your not-so-humble,
vaguely fascist,
opinion,
are not going so well
as you might have Republican conservationally predicted.

You need something
you know everyone, of importance, will champion,
so you point out that transgenderal confusions
are not appropriate to military-industrial's bottom-line
compete unto death
monoculturing focus.

Transgenders must, then, be an unnecessary economic liability
and political loyalty risk
because they aren't decisively anything fundamentally patriotic,
much less appropriately straight patriarchal.

Unfortunately,
for the fundamentalist Either-Or nonthinker,
without richly constant and diverse healthy relationships
with any ecopolitically multicultural depth,
what might sound like a political big win
over little inconsequential losers,
breaks down with actual one-on-one experience.

The anti-transgender agenda
breaks down because too many sergeants
and corporals,
lieutenants leaking counter-factuals
to admiring admirals
and generalist generals
about the long history
of incredibly excellent military-industrialized service
individual transgender personnel
in the thousands
have delivered in the past,
unlike a dysfunctional bicameral Congress
and a sociopathological White House;
whether a swampy, witch-infested dump,
or not.

Transgender co-intelligence
tends to understand
cooperative media economies
and political persuasion.
That's a bicameral nest of honey bees
you don't want to fundamentalistically mess with,
because they will make you look politically stupid
and economically bereft of moral integrity.

It's rather like believing health-assurance climates 
of care-receiving
and for mutual healthcare-giving
is just a Democratic women's eco-survival issue
when your own nationalistic patriarchal prostate
is growing in a cancerous viral,
self-imploding,
wu-wei.

Premium Member Woke and Broke

WOKE AND BROKE


        USA, how did it become so terribly lewd?
        Evil has taken free reign in all neighborhoods.

        Children are being slaughtered almost each day.
        While incompetent leaders, look the other way.

        Streets we used to traverse with ease and frivolity.
        Now, in absentia, totally absent of congeniality.

        The news spews untrue words to divide us.
        The leader of the free world, who dares to cuss?

        Our most honored allies, we sorely do ignore.
        But with Communist nations, we like to score?

        The American Flag is burned with utmost joy.
        On our knees to the Taliban, true bullyboys!

        Burning down our major cities,with hideous masks?
        “Hoodyville” is where we are expected to perform daily tasks!

        We are Nazi-like, mandated to get a vaccine?
        And people want you dead, if you  won’t fit that scene.

        Worst of all, teachers, must be on benders.
        Encouraging children the wonders of being transgenders?

        We drool, listenening to twenty-four hour,insane propaganda.
        That promotes hatred of others, so hot on their agenda!

        The Jewish leaders at liberal universities, are not allowed to speak?
        They have to file a lawsuit first, this makes tears run down my cheek.

        I weep that the monstrous Holocaust meant not a thing!
        The planned death of  many groups is indeed, quickly coming.

        Anyone who dares speak well of this country is highly suspect!
        The NYT,  paints good people evil and complete moral wrecks?

        America is now in the fight for its very life.
        Food, gas prices, causing families major strife.

        Drugs, you might recall, we were told. “ Just to say NO,” to?
        The leader of America, announced, “Just say YES,” to?

        Speak not a malevolent word against good Americans.
        Look into your soul, this is the time for benevolence! 

        On this site, now is allowed full freedom of expression.
        Not for long, as censorship is BigTech’s fervent intention!

                            ~God Bless America~

                                   10/9/2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Dark Side of Liberty

Dark denizens of the night
    gathering in ill-lit backrooms
      haunts of the night
 
  They tease each other with
    rouged cheeks, their mascara
      their pimply breasts, shaved legs

  Some are known for tantalizing
    tempting striptease, revealing
      hairy chests and knobby knees

  Their hardened faces greeting poor
    unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
      run screaming off into the night  

  And now the Left has lumped these 
    misbegotten sickos of the night
      in with today's 'civil rights movement' 

  of transgenders, kweers, and worse
    too debauched to describe, to be
      celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'

  in our public libraries, where America introduces
    her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
      creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad


Premium Member Marriage-Go-Round: the New Family Dynamics

Round 1
An effeminate young husband named Ben Dawes
Sought a sex change in spite of his in-laws.
He made the decision,
And got the incision,
And he now has a yang where his yin was.

Somewhat "butch" Betty Lou is his spouse.
Unlike her folks, she thinks Ben is no louse.
They'll stay married with pride,
With him as the bride,
And she'll be the man of the house.

Their life should be smooth now and supple,
But new wrinkles crop up midst the shuffle.
Their friends find it bemusing,
The switched roles are confusing,
Are they straight or a lesbian couple?

Round 2
To put an end to their friends' consternation,
Betty Lou had the sex operation.
Her breasts were so small, didn't touch them at all,
And the schlong they stitched on was quite nice.
But her doctors neglected to say the organ selected
Was Ben's old one, they'd kept it on ice.
When Ben saw it, he turned somewhat "vanillier",
And had thoughts that could not have been sillier.
But when Betty would ride him,
It felt like he was inside him,
And when he fondled and stroked it,
Or pinched it, or choked it,
He thought, "How odd,
This feels oddly familiar."

Coda
This is an age of sexual transitions,
And more and more people are defying traditions
Which may well cause some folks to be vexed by you.
But my advice to transgenders
Is don't surrender your "tenders"
Just to render your friends less perplexed by you.

Premium Member Gender Equality

Male or Female or Transgender
       Every being must surrender
        to the concept of equity 
        in every field of society.
       
            Pay respect to one other.
          All are the birds of same feather.
          Each owns fundamental rights
          to get same benefit in plights.
       
           No class can be superior.
              No section is inferior.
            Each person to possess same status 
            as is born from human fetus.

          Each person to hold same dignity,
            even in sex diversity.
           Carrying no discrimination
             shows perfect civilisation.

         Patriarchy: Most unhealthy
        Devaluing women: Filthy.
        Ever ruling male chauvinism.
        New term came up as feminism.
   
        All over world women to fight.
        Transgenders starting claim for right.
         Humanity must rise above
         gender divisions: Do observe.
Form: Couplet

Transcending Boundaries

In realms unseen, where hearts reside,
There lies a struggle, a turbulent tide.
A journey embarked, brave souls set free,
Transcending boundaries, embracing identity.

Amidst a world adorned in shades of gray,
Transcendence blooms, a vibrant display.
Yet, within this quest for truth and grace,
Lies a tale of isolation, a haunting space.

Transcending the norms, they step into light,
Challenging barriers with all of their might.
But society's whispers, they pierce like a knife,
Threatening to shatter their spirit, their life.

Isolation's grasp, a heavy shroud,
Leads them to question, their place in the crowd.
Misunderstood, they wander alone,
Seeking solace, a place to call their own.

Within the echoes of their silent plea,
Lies a yearning for love, for unity.
To be seen and accepted, without condition,
To find a harbor, a tender submission.

Let us extend our hearts, open our minds,
Embrace their existence, be the kind.
For in our compassion, a bridge we'll build,
To dissolve the isolation, the void be filled.

Let love be the guide, compassion the flame,
Igniting understanding, erasing the blame.
Together, we'll weave a tapestry anew,
Where transgenders find solace, and dreams come true.

For in their journey, strength is revealed,
Their resilience, a testament unconcealed.
Let them know they're not alone in this fight,
Their spirit unbroken, their essence shines bright.

So let us stand tall, united as one,
A chorus of acceptance, till isolation is undone.
Transcend the boundaries, erase the divide,
And build a world where love and compassion reside.
Form: Rhyme

A Journey To the Truth

Once i made up my mind to find the monster, 
causing all the misery in the planet.
So I set out on a journey to save earth and it's inhabits.

I first encountered a scrawny boy with no arms.
"Oh my god, i promise I'll not leave that vile beast without doing any harm"
I said to him while he just replied with a warm smile.
But it wasn't just warm, it was extremely hostile.
It craved revenge but was powerless.
But as usual, that feeble human laughed at all this mess.

Second, i met a woman with a swollen face.
She claimed that an acid attack,
 had severely cost her grace.
I concluded, that only that monster could have done this cruelty.
But who on earth gave him the authority to ruin that beauty?

I then ran into a girl near my age.
She was dressed as a bride and was probably attempting to escape.
She saw me and stated, "They're really horrible"
I questioned her, "Was your marriage forcible?"
She chuckled, 
"I was just one of the animals who escaped from being beheaded"
"And now loneliness is the only direction where I'm headed"
I really wanted to help her, 
but there are some fights that you have to fight alone.
Frankly, nothing has changed and yet only my hunger increased to overthrew tht monster from the throne.

I was running low on food when this weird looking man, 
dressed as a woman appeared before me.
He noticed me staring and said, 
"Sometimes I just want to flee"
"Why?" I asked as he handed me some food.
"Because no matter what we transgenders are always refused"
"I'm sorry, but i really hope you can one day confide in yourself"
I got up and continued my journey due to the being's help.

And once again i blamed the monster for his sufferings.
But all these people kinda left me wondering.
And that was when I realised...
The monster that i was looking for was there all the time.
Humans are the one who ruined the things everytime.
And the funny thing is that they claim that they side by peace.
But if that is true then why is the misery and misfortune in every street?
Form: Rhyme

Oreo Rising

Oreo Planet sleeps above the event horizons deep
Black holes, dark matter, form between the light
Vanilla stars follow Orion’s galactic path on course 
Along the ecliptic everything is night 

Planet Oreo stands alone in clouds of wonder
A mystery in the universe as something baked
Is that a small unleavened cake, crisp, flat and sweet?
Is that a cookie floating in the distant mist oh so deep?

Mirrors reflect the brilliance of the sun 
Life is black and white and sometimes dumb 

Oreo stands alone in cosmic clouds of wonder
Transitioning from cookie company into what?
Oreo is not just a planet but a cookie politic
“Transgenders exist” and that’s enough
So have another lick and don't confuse it with a bite

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