Live your life as if there is no man of your dreams.
Live your life as if you will never marry or have kids.

Provide for yourself and make the lifestyle you want alone.
Don't expect anyone to come save you.

That's what men do.

They don't wait for anything or anyone.
Neither should you.

That special time of month,
An ever ensuing battle within me
That began long ago in a distant land,
Never seems to stop
Even when the final shot that shouts true
Leaves me bloody and crumpling,
Tumbling through my skin
And the soles of my feet,
Falling into the deep, warm floor.

That wonderful week-long anniversary
Celebrates the most ancient, intimate blood sport
Where only myself is my deadly adversary
In the hot, screaming arena of my body.

All the demons you've been trailing behind you
Jump to the front when the red spots come to call;
And suddenly everything about you
Sticks out too much, and you feel too visible.
The evil eyes that observe you
Peek out from the darkness that hides inside,
Deep inside the well that fills and drains within you.
And, like I said, everything about you
Sticks out too much
(Your breasts, your hands, your hips, your legs),
Your arms too small to reach around you
To comfort your aching masses.

This is a poem about periods. Deal with it, because women have to deal with it every month.

The curve of gain
Re-alters felt
Rhythm like the pounding shout
Shadows swing along the line
Coloring the glassless find
Find me narrow, find me strong
Starlight pouring through the song
Oh silhouette my little blue
Her cast eyes gazing through and through
Show sign omen
Women come
Reap your power
Under realm for wrung
The bridge like water
Swim my heart
Sadly steering back before the start
His footsteps linger long the line
They walk like disappearing time
With each step his nation wept
And branded forces nearly kept
The angel throws her wings to sky
Cloudless wonder from the earthquake eye
Follow sinking follow strong
Find your gilded answer daylight long
And burn the timeless time to come
In this my struggle, weather none

in the delivery room,
my heartbeat goes up, and then down,
in pain, yet I smile,
in few seconds, blossoms a new life.
I hold you in my arms,
and embrace you tightly to my heart,
sometimes, I see you in the moonlight,
at times – in the sunlight.
I kiss your little feet,
rub my cheek against your cheek,
I ask myself, endless times,
whether you really look like me?
you keeping looking at me,
hold my finger in your fist,
and lick my lips – now and then,
maybe that’s the nexus of my life!

Poem to celebrate a mother in every woman's life. A tribute to International Women's Day!
MARK RIORDAN Mar 7

VICTORIA GIVES WOMEN
THE GREEN LIGHT
AT WALK CROSSINGS NOW
WOMEN ARE ALRIGHT


AS YOU CROSS THE ROAD
STILL LOOK BOTH WAYS
BUT THERE IS NOW A WOMEN
SO YOU MAY NEVER STRAY

WHEN YOU CROSS THE ROAD HERE IN AUSTRALIA A WALK SIGN IS SHOWN GIVING YOU A GREEN LIGHT TO CROSS. THE CROSSING LOGOS ARE A MANS FIGURE. NOW IN VICTORIA THEY ARE GOING TO USE  WOMEN AS WELL AS LOGOS TO CROSS.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 7

IT'S INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY
FOR THE FAIRER SEX
THEY ARE INCREDIBLY MOTIVATED
AND SIMPLY THE BEST


THEY CAN HAVE A CAREER
AND RAISE A FAMILY AS WELL
THEY HAVE PASSIONATE DEDICATION
AND A LOT OF WISDOM  TOO TELL


THEY HAVE A CARING HEART
AND A SENSUAL TOUCH
THEY CARE FOR THEIR CHILDREN
THAT THEY LOVE SO MUCH


IN OUR SOCIETY TODAY THERE
DETERMINATION TO SUCCEED IS VERY STRONG
SO LETS ALL WORK TOGETHER
SO WE MAY ALL GET ALONG

IT'S INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY AND RECOGNITION OF WOMEN IN OUR COMMUNITY AND OUR LIVES.

I am the carnage
dripping with emoluments
reeking of duplicity
occupier of cities
torturer of insurgents
ruler by decree of tweets

A grand vision of myself
is forever fixed
in my mind’s eye

I am the zeitgeist
my murmuration
reverberates
through every
media channel
dazzling the
dizzy digerati
diligently tweeting
my precious
prescient
predilections

I descended from
my gilded 5th Ave tower
conveyed by a downward escalator
to save the common mass
from devastation and destruction

sweeping across
magnificent porticos
making grand entrances
through marine guarded gates
the glint of a rising sun
highlights the halo
of my golden coiff
and the fortitude of
my deep red power tie

I survey the global landscape
that fellow elites and I
have assiduously crafted
to loot unfathomable wealth
to indulge our idiosyncratic whims

The perpetual war
Toppled soverns
The viral terrors
The blighted cities
Ineffectual schools
Strangling bureaucracies
Egregious taxation
Omnipotent corporations
Offshored industries
Meager wages
Balooning wealth gap
Industrial stasis
Imminent domaine
Deteriorating health
Withering private life
Fractured families
Ubiquitous addictions
Disempowerment
Disenfranchisement
Stultifying work
Environmental degradation
Consuming violence
Government  spying
Police State repression
All was created by me
For the benefit of me

I alone can fix the carnage
I and like minded confederates
so cleverly created for our sole benefit


I understand the peril of
The Forgotten Man
He is under siege  
Hiding in the bowels
Of violent cities
He is foreclosed in
Shuttering suburbia
He is lost in the changing
Ethnicity of our homeland
He's been abandoned
By the perpetually elected
Politicians beholden to the
Monied interests
He is set adrift    
To wander among
the tombstones
Of a dying America

We are under siege
By Illegals stealing jobs
Victimized by their crime sprees
They live off the public dole
They undermine America
aided and abetted by the liberals
Who like the terrorists
Are waiting to pounce
with blood dripping fangs
to further their
UnAmerican agenda

I am the corruptor
I bought the politicians
Skidded the regulations
evaded taxes
cut corners
pushed every
envelop to
advance the
cause of me
-the devoted profiteer-
the dissolution
of Atlantic City
is the hallmark
of my handiwork

I gorged myself
at the public troughs
Reaping tax abatements
my skilled hand
always extracting
concessions and coinage
from the public purse
a clever businessman indeed

I am the art of the deal
the bankrupter of businesses
prince of crooked commerce
Defaulter on debts
Whelsher on payments
to workers for service due
I am the darling of the
double dealing derring-do

I am drawn to the beautiful
I am enamoured with me
My favorite pastime,
Watching Celebrity
Apprentice reruns
-the highest rated show
of all time… (a curious alt fact)-
more people attended and
watched my inaugural address
then any other president
throughout history….
PERIOD!

I have a proud collection
of trophy wives ….
the purpose of my family
is to affirm and flatter me
I agree with Howard Stern
that Ivanka is a piece of ass
I wish I could date her

As I walk the fantastic
performance stages of my life
I am radically entitled
to gleefully grab pussy
insult disgusting subordinates
castigate uppity females
like Rosie and Megyn
while remaining
a titillated voyeur
visiting teenage
beauty pageant
dressing rooms

I am a committed
serial adulterer
that staunchly upholds
the sanctity of family values

I made my fortune
Extracting rent
trafficking in vice...
gambling and circuses
For the masses
These are my specialties
and I whore my name
to all licensees
willing to pay me
to brand any
faux luxerient

I alone can fix the carnage
I and like minded confederates
so cleverly created
for our personal benefit

Tax me with requests
for insights to whom
I am and with whom
I do business
I will offer nothing but
the impenetrable
opaqueness

Look into the mirror
Every base impulse
Every fear, prejudice
Resent you discover
You will find me

I am settled into
every facial crag
Every worry line
searing your brow
Skillfully plained by me

I am a paradox
wrapped in the
enigma of self
aggrandizing deals

I am the
daring deconstructor
of public schools
Rent seeking
holy privatization
will enrich fellow elites
together we shall
gleefully grease the slide
of the dumb down ride
abhorring facts
ideology, opinions
and optics rule

I cultivate a
suspicion of science
Preferring the superiority
of suspicion in service to
A bloated gut feel
as the ultimate arbiter of
The course to pursue

I pledge allegiance
to the ruthless exploitation
Of Mother Earth
Like a juggernaut
I will roll over the
Standing Rock Protectors
And any opposition
to the extraction
And distribution
of fossil fuels
I'll Frack
the republic to pieces
Direct my armies
To conquest oil rich nations
to quench my insatiable thirst
For the fuel of all capitalist tools

health care is not
a universal right
I care only for
The health of my own
and the welfare of
the privileged few
I promise to cripple
Many with my Trumpcare

I am the defiler
of sanctuary cities
Disruption is my pleasure
the route of humanity
Tramping through
this burning world
Is welcomed to my hell

I distrust unity
I slice through cohesion
At ribbon cutting ceremonies

I drain The Swamp
And fill it with quicksand
I Enable anger
It's a sign of manliness

I collaborate with
a rising Confederacy
The Altright promises
To undermine the Union
With assault and battery…

My pout crowns
a cunning heart
My scowl is
the router of joy

Purple bunting
Perpetually hangs
On my heart

The blue line
Is not blue enough
the lawless half
Must be cowed
Into submission

I vow to scrub
The institutional memory
Of the Federal system
and all democratic tradition

I exalt  the fantasies
Of the forgotten man
I will fill his long memory
With fables of his foibles
And litanies of my
next great conquest

My Scepter of deception
Anoint the fictions of me
Attesting to my greatness
My craft is vanity

Putin is my model
I empathize with
How he deals with
dishonest journalists

I am empowered by the
Apartheid of Zion
I too am a builder of walls
Celebrant of separatism
Suspicious of the other
I burn the bridges
Severing all connections to them

Duplicity is our new national religion
My thumbs are bloodied by furtive tweets
My mind is pinched by anguish
The weight of myself
Strides across our
denigrated landscape
like Goya's Colossus
I am the carnage  

Music; Led Zeppelin
When the Levee Breaks

Lavallette
1/29/17
jbm

composed after the Women's March
to honor Douche Hair,
the 45th President of the US
Perry Madison Jan 25

Seasons change and life goes on,
my scenes switch off, times are gone with words
From CT, to New York, to Colorado, the world’s voice I’ve already heard.
But not everyone can see the world’s treasures in their face,
the beauties, people, lights and sounds across this finite space.
Or felt the stars in their souls, that’ll disperse one day
It’s not the case, so please sit down, and listen to what I say:

We’re all too busy honing in on things that shouldn’t stand out
Like why I speak the way I do, with etiquette and class
why I transcend the lines between specific roles
in what I say and how I act

I say:
Why question and judge the little things I do
in my life, which isn’t yours
to the point where you cut off ties and contact that never had been forged
Because your preformed images of a bisexual, black guy
warps your eyes and makes you blind, way that can’t be right, because
across time the blind eyes symbolizes truth
so these illusions in your way, blocking you in sooth,
serve no purpose, see the light and accept the natural proof.

My hair’s not nappy, my behavior varies to where
it fits no norms. I’m beyond your views, don’t you see?
It’s the eye of the storm.

I say:
It doesn’t stop at me, no, no. It spreads beyond these walls
and affects those who are different, who break society’s “laws”
Wars and fights over basic things are all I ever hear,
beliefs, gender, color, orientation,
the common fight is fear

Fear to be seen as an abomination  
to break or fall from grace
To stay hidden from their true potential
for their own safety’s sake

I say:
That’s no way to live a life of
chances, hope and purpose
to live in shadows, cold and alone under
a hidden surface

I’m here to say that there’s no shame
in being who you are
to break the norm and stand against those
who dare to change your ways, to those who can’t accept
that life’s about change.

Why do I say such things? Why do I speak?
Why do I stand as one?
Our fate’s o n a string, the strong and meek
we’re all united under one sun.

I say:
We’re all human, how hard is it to understand that we’re the pieces
of one heart, united in a common band.
If we don’t accept this, how far can we go?
Surely we won’t last, but if we rise above this fog,
the human spirit will ever last against whatever
time and space may throw, whatever darkness we may fear.

Open your eyes, your ears, your heart
Because I say this: It all starts here.

Wrote this in High School
Laura Duran Jan 22

I couldn't march today
but I was with you
I thank you my sisters and brothers
for standing up for what is right

I couldn't march today
but I was with you
In my heart I stood with you all
Fighting for equality

Equality for all
Every man, woman, and child
Black, white, brown....every shade of beautiful
Every religion, or none at all

I couldn't march today
but I was with you
All my nasty women
All men of quality who marched for equality

I couldn't march today
but I was with you
Every child that raised their voice
and marched for their future

I heard you!  
I will not forget the sound of your cry!
I will remember forever the sight
of my sisters and brothers marching....united!

This is only the beginning
That much is true
Let those that oppose us know it!
You let them know today!

I am so thankful for each and every one of you!
For every sign, every battle cry, every step!
For fighting for your rights as well as mine.
I couldn't march today....but you did and I thank you.

From the bottom of my heart
For myself and all who couldn't be there
in body, but stood with you in spirit....
Thank you so much.

Megan H Mar 2016

I am weak,
But I am strong.

I am silent,
But I can scream loud.

I am shattered
But I can rebuild

I am beaten
But I can fight back.

I am many things,
But don't underestimate me.

Happy International Women's Day!
Next page