As a child I was a tomboy
Football a game to enjoy
Until one fine day
Boobs got in the way
Dad stop me he was annoyed
Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay
Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June
In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red sun
What to do on rainy days
Play with dolls do hair makeup face
Drawing dresses or playing cards spa
Not so much t.v. but it had a part
We had just begun our training bras
Tomboys galore we are stars
7/3/2022
Her hands don't feel like satin,
she's been working since she was a child.
Never was a pure white angel,
she was always a little wild.
She can fight like a man,
but loves like a woman.
Some people say she's a blessing,
others say she was a bad omen.
Never was suited,
for the debutante ball,
She liked the honky tonks
or a smokey pool hall.
She had to learn too early,
how to throw a punch,
the only girl child,
And the meanest one of the bunch.
She has been hurt and mistreated
from the very start.
But somehow she managed,
to keep a good heart.
Still holds faith
that there's some good in this world.
And there's a place, in a heart,
for a tomboy girl.
Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy
Is never the cringing coy:
Very early dumps every toy
And her milky but effeminate soy,
Cheerily ever for the boyish,
Forswearing everything girlish…
A sex-change operation hopeful
And male-fun partaker in full:
Never the allergic to drinking contests
And exclusive-to-males protests:
Not when she has got her throaty bellow
And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello!
Cleary not a put-up ploy
The mannerisms of a tomboy:
She’s the come-back soldier from Troy:
For a bodyguard, please her employ…
Already has she donned a thug’s haircut…
And can effortlessly tighten the loosest nut:
From the lips of bra-avoiding tomboy
Out tumbles piratical ‘Ahoy!’
my momma chased me around the house to comb my tattered hair
and that pink frilly dress she could never get me to wear ,
cut I'd rather be out with the boyz in the mud and muck
crawling on my hands and knees to push my Tonka truck
she was born with wings
hiking boots and inklings
urges to run out and explore
she just couldn’t ignore
extract from my poem WANDERLUST WITH A MISSION
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on April 20, 2019 for contest RITHIMUS DIVISA sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 5TH
Our tomboy caterpillar’s metamorphic tendencies
Preceded her in reputation and in wherewithal
Her human indoctrination was a metabolic oversight
Uncharacteristically uncalled for, and clearly filled us with wonder.
We stood by eagerly, awaiting instructions,
As a magnificent metamorphosis changed our
Muddy, earthy, plain, now tiara-featured princess
Into a teenage butterfly, ready for the prom.
All we have to do now is clean those fingernails,
My concerned husband whispered to me,
When he saw her in her dress and floppy shoes.
We do not want her to be too pretty, I cautioned him.
Little darling
You’d be so sweet
With your hair done up in pigtails
Dressed up in a pink frilly dress
Your tomboy ways have charm
They’ll get you far in life
Running in the park and
Challenging yourself
A doll hardly seeming like an option
You have the eyes of a leader
The drive of a champion
But please enjoy your youth
And most of all don’t grow up too fast
I’ll take you today shopping for a doll
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Tomboy colors true
Seeks the hearts of the handsome
Pink clouds refine dark
Russell Sivey
I never met a better fella
until I met Ella
Ella was finer than Esther
but stronger than Joshua.
She's gat crude swags
both in the way she sags.
Her mother who often nags
would burn masculine stuff from her bags.
Her handshakes are so loud
like a clap in the midst of silent crowd.
Her hair, always bound,
like ponytail and it makes her sound.
Become Tomboy
Become Tomboy
Some people might annoy
And often showy.
Don't care what you say
Enjoy her anyway
Even come what may.
One more poem should write
About how you liked to fight
Sure was such a sight.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Designed to be an encouraging poem.
You achieved fame and fortune during the Sixties.
You achieved it by starring in The Beverly Hillbillies.
For nearly ten years you entertained us as Elly May Clampett.
Now you're gone forever and it's something your fans regret.
When you became famous, it was what you deserved.
Men loved your beauty and they also loved your curves.
You died on New Year's Day.
It's sad that you passed away.
You also starred in a Twilight Zone episode and in a movie with Elvis.
You were America's most famous Tomboy and you will be missed.
(Dedicated to Donna Douglas who died at the age of 82 on January 1, 2015.)
I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space.
Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race.
I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees.
I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees.
Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand.
Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand.
I would get on my rusty, blue bike and ride to the park.
Where we played games of tag or catch almost until dark.
After school, I would go play baseball with the boys.
Then, stay up late, listening to music and make noise.
My homework sat in my backpack and never got done.
I was too preoccupied with finding adventure and having fun.
I was the tomboy that liked building Lego block walls.
I was also a girl who played with pretty Barbie dolls.
Richard Lamoureux's Gender Bender Contest
My Momma called me late yesterday
Told me our Jenny had passed away
Her life was taken by a Louisiana bear
My body went weak, but I grinned from ear to ear
She could shoot a quail at 100 yards
Get her hands dirty, take care of the farm
Her Daddy called her his best ranch hand
But I was really her biggest fan
She drove a flat bed pick up truck
Changed her own oil, tuned it up
She had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen
She had a .38 tucked in her jeans
She could skin a deer by the pale moonlight
Put it in a pan and cook it up right
Hope heavens ready for Tomboy Jenny
She'll show up in boots and a crown
She could reel in catfish from dusk to dawn
Do cartwheels across that big country lawn
She had freckles that danced down her nose
We played in the bayou where the dogwood grows
I can't believe that she is really gone
She made us feel like we all belonged
I loved her then, I'll miss her now
Tomboy Jenny never left this town
She's the reason us boys hung around .........
I'm a tomboy at heart.
My mom said I was from the start.
Blue jeans made me what I am.
Boys would say are you a ma me.
Playing with dolls wasn't my game.
Trucks,cars is where I had no shame.
When I got married underneath my dress I wore.
A pair of blue jeans I bought at the store.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in nette onclaud"It's in the jeans"contest
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