My husband's poetry

Category: sexism

  • meditation on current events

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    Miss Piggy posed with her cleavage, her derriere and a giant green frog. Kermit puckered for the cameras; she looked away. Paparazzi called out Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! again and again and again. She tossed him in the weeds and exclaimed, Prince Charming is a myth. 9-11-22

  • her eyes

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    You remember the look in her eyes the day she came into your office holding his hand to tell you today was her last day of work. He said they were moving to make a new start. She asked for prayers and you said of course. You handed her your card. He placed it in…

  • small town Norma Jean

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    I have a friend with a body electric Curves geometry theorems cannot define She wants to be famous And once acted in a vanity film, The director and his band of mighty men Covered in fake gore She gets calls for after hour non-speaking roles Complains when her body is all he sees Falls asleep…

  • larva

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    Excuse me, I fantasize I saw your mother Before Autumn’s Killing frost Perched high up On a bush Warming herself In early morning light Unfolding her wings …to soar 7-27-22 from my morning walking meditation and thinking of the attack on women’s rights

  • Advice for a friend

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    You dream, you think, you want what he can be, but is not; move on. 5-20-22

  • The grooming of Daisy

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    Because they wanted Daisy to grow up straight, They displayed her in the front window And turned her inward If she leaned into the sun When her roots outgrew the pot They transplanted her in a flower bed And there she flourished until a passing stranger Pulled off her petals one by one, playing loves…

  • Dear Raphael

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    Paint me a laughing Madonna with postpartum belly rolls and hips Joseph in the foreground fashioning a new crèche Her wooly headed baby suckling a swollen nipple Little hands playing with her other breast All of them laughing and laughing at their good fortune 10-25-21

  • praying to patriarchs

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    thread bare dress sinew and bone calloused feet on ground hands in air I have four kids, don’t call me lazy, I work three jobs, none pay a living wage I’m not your incubator to impregnate and leave I make ends that have no end – meet pay me a living wage and give me…

  • reading Odysseus

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    I feel sorry for Penelope Ten years warring Ten years wandering And no one knows for sure Suitors come daily Walk through her door Demand she chose One of them to marry She knows they don’t love her Lust for her in the night Like great Odysseus They only want to be king 4-16-21

  • 21st century nude

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    crystallized carbonate mountain marble goddess inside is being quarried _____ her shape wrapped hidden in garments heavy as stone _____ this time strong rough female hands sculpt their vision 11-13-20