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"survey" poems

All the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying; These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time: Survey our progress from our birth— We are set, we grow, we turn to earth. Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites! Sweetest breath and clearest eye Like perfumes go out and die; And consequently this is done As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

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Vanitas Vanitatum

All the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying; These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time: Survey our progress from our birth— We are set, we grow, we turn to earth. Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites! Sweetest breath and clearest eye Like perfumes go out and die; And consequently this is done As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

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Yesterday Was in the ecstasy Of realizing that We were Those two On earth Who liked bitter gourd curry Cooked with coconut milk …. Remember? Think it was In the sixth life. We were Two nascent bitter guards On the pandal Spread in the northern corner Of the farmland Belonging to a grandmother In a village in Mississippi Who used to attend to the orchards Sitting in a wheelchair. We had Watched earth And peeked At the sky Hanging from the same stalk The scar left From your tight clasp on my thigh Scared After spotting a double tailed pest Is still there. The pleasure of that pain Makes me tearful now. I am like the faces In the house of deceased Sobbing At times Bursting into tears The next moment Holding back After a while. Sometimes I am all the faces In the house of the dead Tears have Nothing to do with them. Sometimes The wedding house Will laugh and laugh Till its cheeks hurt. Just like you. My dear bitter guard, When will we Go back to that Pandal in Mississippi Where we had pulsated From a single stalk? Aren’t we the ones To offer obsequies To that grandmother Who looked after us With pots Of wholehearted love? Translator - Shyma P Shyma P : Works in Payyanur College, Payyanur. Translator and film critic. Has translated poems and articles in Malayalam Literary Survey, The Oxford India Anthology of Malayalam Dalit Literature, online magazines like Gulmohar, Readleaf Poetry as well as scripts and subtitles for short films.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC

Letters to Violet -11

Yesterday Was in the ecstasy Of realizing that We were Those two On earth Who liked bitter gourd curry Cooked with coconut milk …. Remember? Think it was In the sixth life. We were Two nascent bitter guards On the pandal Spread in the northern corner Of the farmland Belonging to a grandmother In a village in Mississippi Who used to attend to the orchards Sitting in a wheelchair. We had Watched earth And peeked At the sky Hanging from the same stalk The scar left From your tight clasp on my thigh Scared After spotting a double tailed pest Is still there. The pleasure of that pain Makes me tearful now. I am like the faces In the house of deceased Sobbing At times Bursting into tears The next moment Holding back After a while. Sometimes I am all the faces In the house of the dead Tears have Nothing to do with them. Sometimes The wedding house Will laugh and laugh Till its cheeks hurt. Just like you. My dear bitter guard, When will we Go back to that Pandal in Mississippi Where we had pulsated From a single stalk? Aren’t we the ones To offer obsequies To that grandmother Who looked after us With pots Of wholehearted love? Translator - Shyma P Shyma P : Works in Payyanur College, Payyanur. Translator and film critic. Has translated poems and articles in Malayalam Literary Survey, The Oxford India Anthology of Malayalam Dalit Literature, online magazines like Gulmohar, Readleaf Poetry as well as scripts and subtitles for short films.

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Inspired by a vintage ****** postcard from the 1920s - 30s: The Muse sits resplendent caressed in sepia tones and pastel cream gilded with the glaze of a bygone era her silk Charleston negligee worn proud like a vintage ornament perched on an aesthetically pleasing shapely pert insolent ***** blossomed with tiny beads of sweat the heat of such anticipation entices the pearls of the ****** to pamper and pleasure their perversions etched as if in a radiance of candlelight the flickering limbs pulse their bloom nimble fingers of dancing shadows cupping the feline curves of a chaise longue the purposefully out of place set piece the fantasy of a gentleman's reading room caked in casked sherry and Nat Sherman cigar infused aromas her elegant pose sumptuous reclining elbow length satin gloves sensually wrapped in wanton desire two fingers clasp a Sorbranie Black Russian smoked like a sultry gypsy with a fervent demeanour from a silver opera cigarette holder beckoning with the cats eyes of mischief over Pinced nez eyeglasses with a fascination imbibed in the praxis of passion the peach skin of refulgent youth directs the viewer downwards, slowly survey each contour of olive skin and stroke every hidden cleft of fabric to glimpse the nubile thighs of grace leading the eye to the arch of an ankle slipped like a fitted glove nestled in the cleavage of her calf and the chastity of future wonderment the forgotten photograph captures a period in time the memories of the muse now in motionless existence a demure allure forever frozen once lost, but now never forgotten

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Dec 1, 2012

Dec 1, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC

Decadence of a Muse

Inspired by a vintage ****** postcard from the 1920s - 30s: The Muse sits resplendent caressed in sepia tones and pastel cream gilded with the glaze of a bygone era her silk Charleston negligee worn proud like a vintage ornament perched on an aesthetically pleasing shapely pert insolent ***** blossomed with tiny beads of sweat the heat of such anticipation entices the pearls of the ****** to pamper and pleasure their perversions etched as if in a radiance of candlelight the flickering limbs pulse their bloom nimble fingers of dancing shadows cupping the feline curves of a chaise longue the purposefully out of place set piece the fantasy of a gentleman's reading room caked in casked sherry and Nat Sherman cigar infused aromas her elegant pose sumptuous reclining elbow length satin gloves sensually wrapped in wanton desire two fingers clasp a Sorbranie Black Russian smoked like a sultry gypsy with a fervent demeanour from a silver opera cigarette holder beckoning with the cats eyes of mischief over Pinced nez eyeglasses with a fascination imbibed in the praxis of passion the peach skin of refulgent youth directs the viewer downwards, slowly survey each contour of olive skin and stroke every hidden cleft of fabric to glimpse the nubile thighs of grace leading the eye to the arch of an ankle slipped like a fitted glove nestled in the cleavage of her calf and the chastity of future wonderment the forgotten photograph captures a period in time the memories of the muse now in motionless existence a demure allure forever frozen once lost, but now never forgotten

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Francesco Bianco and his Wage-Stock Men, In keeping current with their Rooting Age Built his Charity on a Stone-House then As Leisure played a better word for Rage Not much for Surplus Capital enjoyed At least for some Tips won by droplets fall That petty, really. Plus some Papers browsed For those Picklings shared by survey and toll Yes, the Compliment of those Blue-Bloods past Of only their Musk to commensurate Eve bowed out; Abel only if Forecast By Cain and his Friends allowed him too late. You would wonder how such Time could afford And invest your Years for such brisk Concord.

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Mar 9, 2013

Mar 9, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC

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Francesco Bianco and his Wage-Stock Men, In keeping current with their Rooting Age Built his Charity on a Stone-House then As Leisure played a better word for Rage Not much for Surplus Capital enjoyed At least for some Tips won by droplets fall That petty, really. Plus some Papers browsed For those Picklings shared by survey and toll Yes, the Compliment of those Blue-Bloods past Of only their Musk to commensurate Eve bowed out; Abel only if Forecast By Cain and his Friends allowed him too late. You would wonder how such Time could afford And invest your Years for such brisk Concord.

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Avuncular in his style, jolly and loud An epiphany with an entourage Of functionaries who survey the crowd For any lack of enthusiasm Applaud they must, wearing upon command Cheap slogan tees averring that their school Is like totally awesome and ‘way cool They leap and bounce and cheer as they are told Chanting a theme, this year’s predictable theme Desperately cute, a motivational meme - Oh, those childish, subservient creatures! The worst part is that they are the teachers

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC

Dear Leader Inspires His Obedient Comrades

Avuncular in his style, jolly and loud An epiphany with an entourage Of functionaries who survey the crowd For any lack of enthusiasm Applaud they must, wearing upon command Cheap slogan tees averring that their school Is like totally awesome and ‘way cool They leap and bounce and cheer as they are told Chanting a theme, this year’s predictable theme Desperately cute, a motivational meme - Oh, those childish, subservient creatures! The worst part is that they are the teachers

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I’m Biracial. Which did you notice first? The me that looks like you or the me that looks like other? There is no denying what I am— from my last name to the shape of eyes, you’ll know I’m not white. But you’ll also immediately notice I’m not quite not white. I’m not quite not white enough. White-passing. “extremely” white passing until: someone sees my last name takes longer than five seconds to look at me notices something “other” about me. Other... not one box to check on your “optional” choose one diversity survey Can’t check White. Can’t check Asian. other...“Decline to Answer” I’m Biracial. White-passing— but not enough to stop ignorance ignorance in the form of questions and comments meant to be “harmless” or “curious” but ones that strip me of defining my own identity “So are you a math Asian or a **** Asian?” “You don’t look Asian enough for your last name.” “Why are you trying to whitewash yourself for them?” “Diversity quota” And in comparison, those aren’t the worst things to hear. By age ten I knew which words were meant to hurt and which were meant out of ignorance. Which racial slur applied to me. I’m Biracial. The same system that builds up half of me tears down the other half. But— The model minority myth means something to you. So you’ll build my other half up at the expense of someone else. You’ll make me feel uncomfortable in my own identity to fit what you need in the circumstances Statistics to fit your workplace diversity quota But still white passing so you can use micro aggressions as a joke because I’m “white enough” that they should be funny. I’m Biracial. Not other. Not part you and part not you. Not “missing” something. I am wholly biracial.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC

Enough of What?

I’m Biracial. Which did you notice first? The me that looks like you or the me that looks like other? There is no denying what I am— from my last name to the shape of eyes, you’ll know I’m not white. But you’ll also immediately notice I’m not quite not white. I’m not quite not white enough. White-passing. “extremely” white passing until: someone sees my last name takes longer than five seconds to look at me notices something “other” about me. Other... not one box to check on your “optional” choose one diversity survey Can’t check White. Can’t check Asian. other...“Decline to Answer” I’m Biracial. White-passing— but not enough to stop ignorance ignorance in the form of questions and comments meant to be “harmless” or “curious” but ones that strip me of defining my own identity “So are you a math Asian or a **** Asian?” “You don’t look Asian enough for your last name.” “Why are you trying to whitewash yourself for them?” “Diversity quota” And in comparison, those aren’t the worst things to hear. By age ten I knew which words were meant to hurt and which were meant out of ignorance. Which racial slur applied to me. I’m Biracial. The same system that builds up half of me tears down the other half. But— The model minority myth means something to you. So you’ll build my other half up at the expense of someone else. You’ll make me feel uncomfortable in my own identity to fit what you need in the circumstances Statistics to fit your workplace diversity quota But still white passing so you can use micro aggressions as a joke because I’m “white enough” that they should be funny. I’m Biracial. Not other. Not part you and part not you. Not “missing” something. I am wholly biracial.

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Hanging out new to the scene So often wonder what that means As I sit in front of the world's screen Started in on ...Googling I typed in a single word Pressed enter for the Google search Took me down the path absurd Where all the lines were blurred From there I ventured off the path Wish I'd known there's no turning back Marveled at the knowledge that I lack Like how to whittle your own baseball bat Just in case you're wondering Midgets don't melt in the rain Who doesn't think that that's insane As I dive deeper into Googling The art of bathing a Hindu rat Skinning a two-headed Siamese cat The taking of the perfect nap Standing up while keeping your lap intact How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear Dressing up then down a deer 50 different ways a man can cheer While toasting his favorite Micro beer Abstract art using cotton ***** How to paint between the lines on paisley walls Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll Lost episodes of the show called Lost Food served upon the world's menus Even specialties from Timbuktu Why the sea is green and the sky is blue As my googling madness continues More artwork this time with the jam of toes How to pick your friends but never your friend's nose Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose 80's Hairbands I used to like That now know what bald feels like Making a homemade Hindenburg kite One that lands this time How to handle midlife like a man Taking a survey of what you could have been Raising Spider Monkey's in the comfort of your den As I keep on Googling I now find myself Googling out in front As I'm Googling from behind Googling up as I'm Googling down To the left and to the right I've learned how to gargle Google That's a well known Google fact And if you don't believe me You can even Google that

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Nov 27, 2013

Nov 27, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC

Hanging out new to the scene So often wonder what that means As I sit in front of the world's screen Started in on ...Googling I typed in a single word Pressed enter for the Google search Took me down the path absurd Where all the lines were blurred From there I ventured off the path Wish I'd known there's no turning back Marveled at the knowledge that I lack Like how to whittle your own baseball bat Just in case you're wondering Midgets don't melt in the rain Who doesn't think that that's insane As I dive deeper into Googling The art of bathing a Hindu rat Skinning a two-headed Siamese cat The taking of the perfect nap Standing up while keeping your lap intact How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear Dressing up then down a deer 50 different ways a man can cheer While toasting his favorite Micro beer Abstract art using cotton ***** How to paint between the lines on paisley walls Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll Lost episodes of the show called Lost Food served upon the world's menus Even specialties from Timbuktu Why the sea is green and the sky is blue As my googling madness continues More artwork this time with the jam of toes How to pick your friends but never your friend's nose Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose 80's Hairbands I used to like That now know what bald feels like Making a homemade Hindenburg kite One that lands this time How to handle midlife like a man Taking a survey of what you could have been Raising Spider Monkey's in the comfort of your den As I keep on Googling I now find myself Googling out in front As I'm Googling from behind Googling up as I'm Googling down To the left and to the right I've learned how to gargle Google That's a well known Google fact And if you don't believe me You can even Google that

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In glorious flight owning daylight You magistrate freedom across An ocean with your own box Of twilight that you share In a land of fish A moonlit wish With wings that Kiss the Sky Throughout your expeditions to ground Your voice is a dynamic sound None can ignore your presence What would Pandora say When you sing that way? Higher you fly Distances Many Won't Instruct us to use our heart compass Open our eyes to perspective Show us potential to live When self-doubt is about Like a grain of sand May our cares be Found without A need For The liberty of our latitude Is the length of our attitude The way the wind blows effects The direction we go Our choices to be Curiously Ebb and flow Waving Lo Behold a new dawn of bright feather Consider the stormy weather Notice how cloud and sun Witness the Mother Nature at play Survey to Coastal Bay May we find our way as you have shown Limitless unbounded and flown So shallow is the worry No longer a fury A calming has come Soaring above With truth in Our hearts Won Riding the currents of emotions Soaring aloft mental oceans Wings spanned in physical worlds Discover us great pearls Of wisdom and poise Joyful in noise Good solid Gifts of Sage Cleansing our spirits of past trifles Being careful not to stifle New growth with every gust gained A quill, a crest, a quest A mountain peaked with Knowledge like the Pier we are Destined To A gate to become the best versions Of our outstanding self-landing Into the stars we have been The fringe dust of pinion Divine with the wind Beginning free And renewed With no End © tHE tERRY tREE

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Dec 5, 2014

Dec 5, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC

In glorious flight owning daylight You magistrate freedom across An ocean with your own box Of twilight that you share In a land of fish A moonlit wish With wings that Kiss the Sky Throughout your expeditions to ground Your voice is a dynamic sound None can ignore your presence What would Pandora say When you sing that way? Higher you fly Distances Many Won't Instruct us to use our heart compass Open our eyes to perspective Show us potential to live When self-doubt is about Like a grain of sand May our cares be Found without A need For The liberty of our latitude Is the length of our attitude The way the wind blows effects The direction we go Our choices to be Curiously Ebb and flow Waving Lo Behold a new dawn of bright feather Consider the stormy weather Notice how cloud and sun Witness the Mother Nature at play Survey to Coastal Bay May we find our way as you have shown Limitless unbounded and flown So shallow is the worry No longer a fury A calming has come Soaring above With truth in Our hearts Won Riding the currents of emotions Soaring aloft mental oceans Wings spanned in physical worlds Discover us great pearls Of wisdom and poise Joyful in noise Good solid Gifts of Sage Cleansing our spirits of past trifles Being careful not to stifle New growth with every gust gained A quill, a crest, a quest A mountain peaked with Knowledge like the Pier we are Destined To A gate to become the best versions Of our outstanding self-landing Into the stars we have been The fringe dust of pinion Divine with the wind Beginning free And renewed With no End © tHE tERRY tREE

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i am tired of talking to adults no i do not want to see a dermatologist or a psychologist or a psychiatrist or a nurse no school counselor i am definitely not having suicidal thoughts and no doctor i do not want to talk about the results of my mental health survey. of course dr. cook i am totally open to the idea of taking an antidepressant dear god i am tired of talking to adults do not want to be diagnosed i do not want to talk about it stop worrying about me, no, 'i am not depressed,' this is my life so thank you for not making me sign a life pact but leave me alone i am not going to cry in front of another strange adult. do not diagnose me. all i want is to be normal, i am tired of the pills. i am done with talking to adults

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

talking to adults

i am tired of talking to adults no i do not want to see a dermatologist or a psychologist or a psychiatrist or a nurse no school counselor i am definitely not having suicidal thoughts and no doctor i do not want to talk about the results of my mental health survey. of course dr. cook i am totally open to the idea of taking an antidepressant dear god i am tired of talking to adults do not want to be diagnosed i do not want to talk about it stop worrying about me, no, 'i am not depressed,' this is my life so thank you for not making me sign a life pact but leave me alone i am not going to cry in front of another strange adult. do not diagnose me. all i want is to be normal, i am tired of the pills. i am done with talking to adults

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Over on the crescent wing The bitter gales bring waves of rain: Listen. Frozen windows sing. Enraptured by the searing pain Like pestilence in hurricane. Buildings rise up to the halls Impenetrable planet-bane As summer lost, and spring withal. Then the writhing storm-clouds bring A storm of ice and wind again: The sun rears up, but sets during. And past the steel-laden plane Silver orbs first wax, then wane Then plaster to the mighty wall Midnight buses, lane-by-lane, Of nature not, but city fool. Ascended like a spiteful King The whispers rise, then sink in shame No sound is here, no, not a thing. Soaking in like liquor-stains The buildings survey their domain Not city-life, nor life at all; They wander in the pouring rain Where love is lost beneath the sprawl. Tears and laughter, much the same All are whispers, doomed to fall. Dystopia without a name: Not so distant after all.

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC

Distant Dystopia

Over on the crescent wing The bitter gales bring waves of rain: Listen. Frozen windows sing. Enraptured by the searing pain Like pestilence in hurricane. Buildings rise up to the halls Impenetrable planet-bane As summer lost, and spring withal. Then the writhing storm-clouds bring A storm of ice and wind again: The sun rears up, but sets during. And past the steel-laden plane Silver orbs first wax, then wane Then plaster to the mighty wall Midnight buses, lane-by-lane, Of nature not, but city fool. Ascended like a spiteful King The whispers rise, then sink in shame No sound is here, no, not a thing. Soaking in like liquor-stains The buildings survey their domain Not city-life, nor life at all; They wander in the pouring rain Where love is lost beneath the sprawl. Tears and laughter, much the same All are whispers, doomed to fall. Dystopia without a name: Not so distant after all.

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The Equalist! RE: The guerrilla girl’s poster 5% women artists yet 85% of the models are female. This poster was heralded as a feminist rebuff of misogyny and the male gaze. It is my opinion: one of the reasons females are more sexualised than males in Western society; is because the majority of women working in a sexualised industry such as modelling, dancing, fashion or *********** choose to perpetuate that role and the connection between *** and femininity; often in industries where females outnumber the men six to one; I'm also aware that the majority of the hierarchy in theses industries are male, it seems their gender solidarity is more concerned with the money; than notions of ****** inequality; thus perpetuating the issue. Vernacular test: Step one - Question one: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misandry? followed by what is your gender? Step two - Question two: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misogyny? followed by what is your gender? I did offer any information or allow any of the subjects to see the survey paper, or overhear the question. Results: 30 subjects took part in the survey; One female knew both words and their meaning, and one female didn't know what Misogyny was. (Two females approached refused to take part in the survey, all men approached engaged.) Step three - Question three: I then gave all the subjects the dictionary definition and asked why they thought the vernacular misandry is not as well known as the word misogyny? (I should add that I too couldn't recall the vernacular meaning of: Misandry; though I could recall the meaning or definition of Misogyny.) Answers: Female... "I don't care" Female... "It's due to a gender economic imbalance" Female..."Blokes just don't like it when women speak out about it" Female..."I don't get involved in protests" Female..."I don't know" Female..."Men just think with their ****** Female... "There's more misogynists" Female... "Because men are pigs" Female... "Why does it mater" Female... "It's just a word" Female... "I'm not interested" Female..."Try being a women" Female... " It's ******** it's just a vernacular" Female..."You wouldn't understand your a man" The other 5 Females... chose to offer no explanation. Answers: Male..."I don't know" Male... "who cares" Male... "Yeh that's interesting" Male... Why does it matter" Male... "Let me think about it" Male... "Who gives a **** Male... "What's this about" Male... "Can I see the results later" The other 2 males... Chose to offer no explanation. I personally identify as human; and don't wish to be defined, labeled or marginalised; I also don’t believe that secularism in any measure is healthy or meaningful in an inclusive society. I question why 29 out of 30 subjects had heard of Misogyny; and just one person had heard of Misandry. Sexism is not as the dictionary suggested prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women. Everyone is effected buy prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination. The subtleties of which is played out every day.

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC

The Equalist! RE: The guerrilla girl’s poster 5% women artists yet 85% of the models are female. This poster was heralded as a feminist rebuff of misogyny and the male gaze. It is my opinion: one of the reasons females are more sexualised than males in Western society; is because the majority of women working in a sexualised industry such as modelling, dancing, fashion or *********** choose to perpetuate that role and the connection between *** and femininity; often in industries where females outnumber the men six to one; I'm also aware that the majority of the hierarchy in theses industries are male, it seems their gender solidarity is more concerned with the money; than notions of ****** inequality; thus perpetuating the issue. Vernacular test: Step one - Question one: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misandry? followed by what is your gender? Step two - Question two: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misogyny? followed by what is your gender? I did offer any information or allow any of the subjects to see the survey paper, or overhear the question. Results: 30 subjects took part in the survey; One female knew both words and their meaning, and one female didn't know what Misogyny was. (Two females approached refused to take part in the survey, all men approached engaged.) Step three - Question three: I then gave all the subjects the dictionary definition and asked why they thought the vernacular misandry is not as well known as the word misogyny? (I should add that I too couldn't recall the vernacular meaning of: Misandry; though I could recall the meaning or definition of Misogyny.) Answers: Female... "I don't care" Female... "It's due to a gender economic imbalance" Female..."Blokes just don't like it when women speak out about it" Female..."I don't get involved in protests" Female..."I don't know" Female..."Men just think with their ****** Female... "There's more misogynists" Female... "Because men are pigs" Female... "Why does it mater" Female... "It's just a word" Female... "I'm not interested" Female..."Try being a women" Female... " It's ******** it's just a vernacular" Female..."You wouldn't understand your a man" The other 5 Females... chose to offer no explanation. Answers: Male..."I don't know" Male... "who cares" Male... "Yeh that's interesting" Male... Why does it matter" Male... "Let me think about it" Male... "Who gives a **** Male... "What's this about" Male... "Can I see the results later" The other 2 males... Chose to offer no explanation. I personally identify as human; and don't wish to be defined, labeled or marginalised; I also don’t believe that secularism in any measure is healthy or meaningful in an inclusive society. I question why 29 out of 30 subjects had heard of Misogyny; and just one person had heard of Misandry. Sexism is not as the dictionary suggested prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women. Everyone is effected buy prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination. The subtleties of which is played out every day.

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Chubby Bellies just what is the matter with matter that's dark is it clandestine because it won't show it's face but it seems to be everywhere that you look especially if you look deep into space the energy created is also quite dark literally tearing gravity apart I know this is really hard to explain but won't you please have a look at my chart if you look here at these many galaxy clusters gravitational lensing is required to see when you use the cosmic magnifying glass effect there is a bulging middle to a large degree more study is required they call it CLASH cluster lensing and Supernova survey with Hubble I gathered this info from space dot com chubbie bellies creating this bubble Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet

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Sep 4, 2011

Sep 4, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC

Chubby Bellies just what is the matter with matter that's dark is it clandestine because it won't show it's face but it seems to be everywhere that you look especially if you look deep into space the energy created is also quite dark literally tearing gravity apart I know this is really hard to explain but won't you please have a look at my chart if you look here at these many galaxy clusters gravitational lensing is required to see when you use the cosmic magnifying glass effect there is a bulging middle to a large degree more study is required they call it CLASH cluster lensing and Supernova survey with Hubble I gathered this info from space dot com chubbie bellies creating this bubble Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet

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A hundred threads Whitely pass Into the red curve. The sea of grass and I survey. Delicate folds shape the mass As a cobweb napkin. I sip daintily at Stark faces in The brilliant musk. This is a struggle to Recover my black bones From velvet soul-eating sleep. Here, inside of a glove Which always seems to Have an extra finger or two. Continuing in a serene orbit, Just a figure on a rail, And silver day is an idiot greyhound, Bounding instantly afterward Rather like a run in a stocking But not at all.

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Jun 9, 2010

Jun 9, 2010 at 2:48 PM UTC

A hundred threads Whitely pass Into the red curve. The sea of grass and I survey. Delicate folds shape the mass As a cobweb napkin. I sip daintily at Stark faces in The brilliant musk. This is a struggle to Recover my black bones From velvet soul-eating sleep. Here, inside of a glove Which always seems to Have an extra finger or two. Continuing in a serene orbit, Just a figure on a rail, And silver day is an idiot greyhound, Bounding instantly afterward Rather like a run in a stocking But not at all.

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the scariest adventure is the one where you step out behind that darkened door and reveal your true colors.

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC

naIve/leAf norMal/gorGeous sneAky surveY

the scariest adventure is the one where you step out behind that darkened door and reveal your true colors.

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Here I stand so shaky, as I begin to walk Learning from Mom, learning to talk. The examples I see will shape my way The decisions I make, will shape my day. Here I stand to begin, in life’s early hour I’ll test the limits, I’ll test my power. In the terrible twos, the decisions to come Are made by the hand, and shaped by Mom. ————————————————— Here I stand at the dawn, the edge of the day With decisions to make and prices to pay. The choice is mine and mine to make The decisions I choose will make or break. Here I stand a teen in the prime of life A time of joy, a time of strife. I stand at the crossroad as I start these years. There is the road of honor, the road of tears. —————————————————- Here I stand to choose again and again. Do I choose to loose or do I choose win. One road I see will cause me pain. The other I see will grant me gain. Here I stand at a crossroad, to choose this hour The choice I make is in my power. To choose the wrong or choose the right I will set my course, I will set my plight. —————————————————- Here I stand as I marry, the Love of my life Become one with her, to be my wife. The vows we say, the promise we make Are made forever, we will not break. Here I stand by my Love, our daughter’s first hour Now Mother and Father, with our delicate flower. The example she sees, the example I live Is the greatest gift, a Father can give. ———————————————— Here I stand at the bedside, my mother’s last hour. She withstood the storms, of time and its power. Though times were rough, she withstood the test Her love sustained me, she gave me her best Here I stand in awe of the example she set Of truth and honor, I’m in her debt. The decisions she made were examples to me Helped mold my life, in what I could be. —————————————————– Here I stand as the evening, of life draws near I’ve tried to follow the paths found dear Paths of love and honor, from examples I see From those before me, that I strive to be. Here I stand did I, make the right choice? Did I follow the loud or the still small voice? For I now understand, the power of love It’s the power given by the God above. ———————————————— Here I stand to survey my life today I began and will end, on the edge of the day. The choices I made, He was always near His Grace and Mercy has brought me here. Now I kneel in His presence the race is run His grace has sustained me, the journey is done. He brought me through, the dusk, the night To a brand new day, what a wonderful sight. ——————————————————

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Jun 29, 2010

Jun 29, 2010 at 9:11 PM UTC

Here I stand so shaky, as I begin to walk Learning from Mom, learning to talk. The examples I see will shape my way The decisions I make, will shape my day. Here I stand to begin, in life’s early hour I’ll test the limits, I’ll test my power. In the terrible twos, the decisions to come Are made by the hand, and shaped by Mom. ————————————————— Here I stand at the dawn, the edge of the day With decisions to make and prices to pay. The choice is mine and mine to make The decisions I choose will make or break. Here I stand a teen in the prime of life A time of joy, a time of strife. I stand at the crossroad as I start these years. There is the road of honor, the road of tears. —————————————————- Here I stand to choose again and again. Do I choose to loose or do I choose win. One road I see will cause me pain. The other I see will grant me gain. Here I stand at a crossroad, to choose this hour The choice I make is in my power. To choose the wrong or choose the right I will set my course, I will set my plight. —————————————————- Here I stand as I marry, the Love of my life Become one with her, to be my wife. The vows we say, the promise we make Are made forever, we will not break. Here I stand by my Love, our daughter’s first hour Now Mother and Father, with our delicate flower. The example she sees, the example I live Is the greatest gift, a Father can give. ———————————————— Here I stand at the bedside, my mother’s last hour. She withstood the storms, of time and its power. Though times were rough, she withstood the test Her love sustained me, she gave me her best Here I stand in awe of the example she set Of truth and honor, I’m in her debt. The decisions she made were examples to me Helped mold my life, in what I could be. —————————————————– Here I stand as the evening, of life draws near I’ve tried to follow the paths found dear Paths of love and honor, from examples I see From those before me, that I strive to be. Here I stand did I, make the right choice? Did I follow the loud or the still small voice? For I now understand, the power of love It’s the power given by the God above. ———————————————— Here I stand to survey my life today I began and will end, on the edge of the day. The choices I made, He was always near His Grace and Mercy has brought me here. Now I kneel in His presence the race is run His grace has sustained me, the journey is done. He brought me through, the dusk, the night To a brand new day, what a wonderful sight. ——————————————————

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In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast Savannah. Ontario's lake may fitly speak Her fancy's ample bound: Its circuit may, on strict survey Five hundred miles be found. Her wit descends on foes and friends Like famed Niagara's fall; And travellers gaze in wild amaze, And listen, one and all. Her judgment sound, thick, black, profound, Like transatlantic groves, Dispenses aid, and friendly shade To all that in it roves. If thus her mind to be defined America exhausts, And all that's grand in that great land In similes it costs — Oh how can I her person try To image and portray? How paint the face, the form how trace, In which those virtues lay? Another world must be unfurled, Another language known, Ere tongue or sound can publish round Her charms of flesh and bone.

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Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend

In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast Savannah. Ontario's lake may fitly speak Her fancy's ample bound: Its circuit may, on strict survey Five hundred miles be found. Her wit descends on foes and friends Like famed Niagara's fall; And travellers gaze in wild amaze, And listen, one and all. Her judgment sound, thick, black, profound, Like transatlantic groves, Dispenses aid, and friendly shade To all that in it roves. If thus her mind to be defined America exhausts, And all that's grand in that great land In similes it costs — Oh how can I her person try To image and portray? How paint the face, the form how trace, In which those virtues lay? Another world must be unfurled, Another language known, Ere tongue or sound can publish round Her charms of flesh and bone.

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I cringe at what I see, reflected cleanly, though ****** battered and useless. The breath wasted on such a life form is quite simply astronomical; astounding how pathetic impressions turn out to be. Hearts keep aching and faking, just praying someone will take heed, take the lead on the excavation of that diamond in the rough that I so clearly see hovering over the bathroom sink. If the chiseling and the scraping doesn't dissolve the diamond altogether; if the diamond exists at all. And if it doesn't no great loss, merely a few chipped tools and a burdened mirror; always left to survey and report upon the damage of a plummeting self image reflection. I've never wanted a rock to weigh me down, anyway.

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May 5, 2012

May 5, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC

Diamond In The Rough

I cringe at what I see, reflected cleanly, though ****** battered and useless. The breath wasted on such a life form is quite simply astronomical; astounding how pathetic impressions turn out to be. Hearts keep aching and faking, just praying someone will take heed, take the lead on the excavation of that diamond in the rough that I so clearly see hovering over the bathroom sink. If the chiseling and the scraping doesn't dissolve the diamond altogether; if the diamond exists at all. And if it doesn't no great loss, merely a few chipped tools and a burdened mirror; always left to survey and report upon the damage of a plummeting self image reflection. I've never wanted a rock to weigh me down, anyway.

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Let the touch of my irresistible waves dance upon your skin Imagine you are the North Star in my sky Take hold of desire, as we feel our future begin By dawn, life will glimmer alone In our eyes Make one sweet wish to rise in the golden light of day Then you can see your wish come true For one moment the outside world will drift away We will find ourselves in the light of dawn Life shimmering anew I will let the touch of your irresistible waves dance upon my skin Imagine I am all the words to your song Take hold of desire, as we feel our future rolling in By dawn, life will glimmer in our eyes Burning strong I will speak to you of fleeting hours, we will while away Dancing to the music which is our own For just one moment the outside world will survey The sweetest wish as it rises To be known

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Jan 9, 2011

Jan 9, 2011 at 6:13 AM UTC

Let the touch of my irresistible waves dance upon your skin Imagine you are the North Star in my sky Take hold of desire, as we feel our future begin By dawn, life will glimmer alone In our eyes Make one sweet wish to rise in the golden light of day Then you can see your wish come true For one moment the outside world will drift away We will find ourselves in the light of dawn Life shimmering anew I will let the touch of your irresistible waves dance upon my skin Imagine I am all the words to your song Take hold of desire, as we feel our future rolling in By dawn, life will glimmer in our eyes Burning strong I will speak to you of fleeting hours, we will while away Dancing to the music which is our own For just one moment the outside world will survey The sweetest wish as it rises To be known

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Dolphin Goddess You light our souls With your rich and Luscious gia energy And allow us to Bask in your Goddess form As your soul And energy take Us to newer high As we all climb The mountain of Your love and Connection for Our mother earth And for the rich Feminine and life Giving energies that Are all around us You survey your Kingdom and see That it is good and Beautiful and that All is well in your Paradise as your Dolphin Goddess Dreams take flight In the night we get Closer to your Heart and soul As you open up Yourself fully And completely To anyone who Is willing to bask Upon your light And gain your Ancient wisdom And joy that Sprouts from Your heart and Gets shared with With everyone You meet along Your way in life They see that light And hidden goddess Inside just waiting To be unleased with A warm smile and Embrace of souls As her energy Collides and Embraces with The universe and Everything In between

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Dec 26, 2013

Dec 26, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC

Dolphin Goddess

Dolphin Goddess You light our souls With your rich and Luscious gia energy And allow us to Bask in your Goddess form As your soul And energy take Us to newer high As we all climb The mountain of Your love and Connection for Our mother earth And for the rich Feminine and life Giving energies that Are all around us You survey your Kingdom and see That it is good and Beautiful and that All is well in your Paradise as your Dolphin Goddess Dreams take flight In the night we get Closer to your Heart and soul As you open up Yourself fully And completely To anyone who Is willing to bask Upon your light And gain your Ancient wisdom And joy that Sprouts from Your heart and Gets shared with With everyone You meet along Your way in life They see that light And hidden goddess Inside just waiting To be unleased with A warm smile and Embrace of souls As her energy Collides and Embraces with The universe and Everything In between

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Lately, When I’ve tried Opening the gates The locks to my kingdom It’s simply impossible to accomplish. I’m terrified, Terrified, Of being ‘open.’ What does ‘open’ really even mean? Am I supposed to investigate Every dazzling petunia? Conduct a survey among my local hydrangeas? Or maybe I should consider taking a hibiscus As my teacher In order to learn the art of blooming. Flowers mastered The art of opening up to the world, Without the fear that those around it Will shine more astronomically More brilliantly Than they. Yes, I wish I was a flower, I wish I did not care. I need to learn How not to care Like a flower. Flowers may be ‘weak’ But they’re still stronger Than me. My skin is too soft- My shell might crack And it will break open And you will see That there’s nothing left inside me And I will carve myself open To prove it to you. If I open up Like a flower, I’m sure to sustain an injury Or a lot. Trust is a butterfly Easy to crush Impossible to take And wow When you have it It’s an amazing thing. But when it’s gone, Oh it’s an Ugly Mangled Dead thing. When did this trust Fall out of my chest? Did it shatter when it fell? Because it’s sure broken Into a million pieces And it is mangled and ugly. I am so broken So fully broken Hugs are poison And your touch Could burn the heart Out of me. I’m just anxious I’m always nervous My veins itch and When your eyes dance on my form I become physically ill And when you put a hand on my shoulder I’ll jump like a suicidal bird in flight. These nerves are eating away I’m being dissolved by their horrid bleach And my organs are already mush.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC

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I Wish I Was A Flower

Lately, When I’ve tried Opening the gates The locks to my kingdom It’s simply impossible to accomplish. I’m terrified, Terrified, Of being ‘open.’ What does ‘open’ really even mean? Am I supposed to investigate Every dazzling petunia? Conduct a survey among my local hydrangeas? Or maybe I should consider taking a hibiscus As my teacher In order to learn the art of blooming. Flowers mastered The art of opening up to the world, Without the fear that those around it Will shine more astronomically More brilliantly Than they. Yes, I wish I was a flower, I wish I did not care. I need to learn How not to care Like a flower. Flowers may be ‘weak’ But they’re still stronger Than me. My skin is too soft- My shell might crack And it will break open And you will see That there’s nothing left inside me And I will carve myself open To prove it to you. If I open up Like a flower, I’m sure to sustain an injury Or a lot. Trust is a butterfly Easy to crush Impossible to take And wow When you have it It’s an amazing thing. But when it’s gone, Oh it’s an Ugly Mangled Dead thing. When did this trust Fall out of my chest? Did it shatter when it fell? Because it’s sure broken Into a million pieces And it is mangled and ugly. I am so broken So fully broken Hugs are poison And your touch Could burn the heart Out of me. I’m just anxious I’m always nervous My veins itch and When your eyes dance on my form I become physically ill And when you put a hand on my shoulder I’ll jump like a suicidal bird in flight. These nerves are eating away I’m being dissolved by their horrid bleach And my organs are already mush.

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Shopping was the world first invitation to women, a freedom to move out of her house. Initially, Woman practiced shopping for vegetables and slowly extended to garments/jewelry/white goods etc. Today, the world has experiencing a better market due to window shopping. The concept innovated by women, the women who started window shopping has helped the awareness of the market, The more the window shopping, more the sales. The concept of window shopping helped the textile industries to understand about their products. The textile industries has developed in terms of marketing say readymade, exchangeable, trial rooms, gifts coupons are coz of women. Its encouraged the women to do shopping effectively. Facts about shopping. Customer who shop with their friends tend to buy more costly products than when they shop alone. Next, In terms of clothing, General advises is to buy one garment at a time coz If you buy few dresses, You tend the use the first selected dress more than the others. Buying 'Take Away' in (costly) restaurant was the blinder coz restaurant charge more for the ambience less for the food. Using cash on shopping, you tend to spend less and you bargain more. Don't increase your buying to eligible for discount coupon. A survey says that 90% of the issued discount coupons are never redeemed. Never shop on Discount Sale coz the best collection will be taken off the shelf by the shopkeeper. The amazing fact, If any one buy the best and costly clothes one size less than the one normally uses, has brought down the weight of that person.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC

Shopping was the world first invitation to women, a freedom to move out of her house. Initially, Woman practiced shopping for vegetables and slowly extended to garments/jewelry/white goods etc. Today, the world has experiencing a better market due to window shopping. The concept innovated by women, the women who started window shopping has helped the awareness of the market, The more the window shopping, more the sales. The concept of window shopping helped the textile industries to understand about their products. The textile industries has developed in terms of marketing say readymade, exchangeable, trial rooms, gifts coupons are coz of women. Its encouraged the women to do shopping effectively. Facts about shopping. Customer who shop with their friends tend to buy more costly products than when they shop alone. Next, In terms of clothing, General advises is to buy one garment at a time coz If you buy few dresses, You tend the use the first selected dress more than the others. Buying 'Take Away' in (costly) restaurant was the blinder coz restaurant charge more for the ambience less for the food. Using cash on shopping, you tend to spend less and you bargain more. Don't increase your buying to eligible for discount coupon. A survey says that 90% of the issued discount coupons are never redeemed. Never shop on Discount Sale coz the best collection will be taken off the shelf by the shopkeeper. The amazing fact, If any one buy the best and costly clothes one size less than the one normally uses, has brought down the weight of that person.

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In gravest, gravels of untouched soil, Spearhead of purple, beyond the pale, One statue of siege upon a windy foil, What mires meek airs in all you survey? Like a frost of summers, you are lord, To hold that seed in your spiny face, Depressions of land your promontory, All up with arms, iron clad as a mace, Beneath you, the grown motley fields Are desolate, all flowers bled, blender, Spiders and birds know you unyielding The lost aleatory scent of no surrender.

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Jan 15, 2014

Jan 15, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC

In gravest, gravels of untouched soil, Spearhead of purple, beyond the pale, One statue of siege upon a windy foil, What mires meek airs in all you survey? Like a frost of summers, you are lord, To hold that seed in your spiny face, Depressions of land your promontory, All up with arms, iron clad as a mace, Beneath you, the grown motley fields Are desolate, all flowers bled, blender, Spiders and birds know you unyielding The lost aleatory scent of no surrender.

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