Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine,
Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels,
Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged
On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed
Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman
With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate,
A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt
No man may boast of stealing and still live,
Who beats men at their own battle games,
A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears
And globules of mercury exude from grey glands
Categories:
male chauvinist, angst, gothic,
Form: Free verse
Passing of an Icon
An accomplished Lady of recondite letters
Writing humanity to free from its fetters-
From your clever Prose being deciphered,
With skewed minds, is where you differed.
And where, with prejudice, our minds think
Fellow Human beings can foul or sting
Indeed, there the Grass can loudly Sing!
Your discerning Eye and your sharp Wit
Endowed your firm hand with incisive writ-
Doris Lessing, rendezvous of every culture,
You ardently celebrated the pen’s rupture
With that broad mind and feminine looks
Reminiscent of the Golden Notebooks(s);
Thrall from callous confines of Cookbooks!
Doris the Amazon, you were sadly dismissed
Yet, in our hearts you’ll be happily missed;
The Vim, the Spirit, and your Idiosyncrasy
Will be cherished as our invaluable legacy:
Of a male Chauvinist or me a cold raptor,
From time immemorial, being a cruel captor,
To bow stepping forward to accept the Sceptre!
**Dedicated to the Great Writer; Doris Lessing, upon her passing on at her home on 17/11/2013.
JM
Categories:
male chauvinist,
Form: Rhyme
ode to Brian Griffin,
for though he may be
a cartoon dog,
whose presence graces
the halls of Family Guy,
he is an Atheist dog,
the first of its kind
who keeps a gun & a
bottle of scotch in his
safety deposit box
for the day when HE
decides this place is too
much & chooses to end it.
though he may be a shitty
writer,
a male chauvinist of sorts &
occasionally he will eat
Stewie’s feces or somebody else’s
vomit,
he is, for better or for worse,
the kind of cartoon character that
we need out there---
the kind of cartoon character that
stops lying to kids,
painting them pretty pictures of
an afterlife, or an overlooking force
who will come to one’s aid when
trouble arises---
he instead is there for the family he lives
with,
on this planet (though animated) & this
planet alone---
it is no surprise that the master of wit
who created the series & does the
majority of the voices on the show,
resembles the dog in real life,
idealistically &
charismatically---
merci beaucoup, Mr. Macfarlane,
merci.
Categories:
male chauvinist, life, family, character, family,
Form: Free verse
I don't have a beer gut.
I have a liquid grain storage facility.
I don't get falling-down drunk.
I become horizontal accidentally.
I am not short.
I'm compact anatomically.
I don't have a hot body.
I'm not combustible physically.
I'm not a cradle robber.
I'm prone to differential relationships generationally.
I'm not unsophisticated.
I'm challenged socially.
I'm not a bad dancer.
I'm caucasian overly.
I don't hog the blankets.
I'm unappreciative thermally.
I'm not a male chauvinist pig.
I have swine empathy.
I'm not afraid of commitment.
I'm challenged monogamously.
I'm not a diplomat.
I am correct politically.
Categories:
male chauvinist, people
Form: Rhyme