Lovely Penguin

Perhaps this poem is about gender politics, maybe about just gender, or the alienation of the LGBT community. I’ll leave it up to you. Thanks for reading
by marie gordon

Thought police
Inside my head
Inside my sex
Inside this world
Curriculum sadism

Be still and be
A woman
Dynamically
Human but you’re
Not man
Teach me to hate

A little piece
Irremovable
Irreducible
A piece of me
A piece of my sex
A piece of the brain

Is it that my brain
Has somehow contorted
The genders?

Blow your whistle
Test me, drill me
I’ll be kind
Persistent
To resist pacificism

Or comply
When necessary
While wishing
That someone else
Will speak up

She is a mutant
A mutant among
A mutant culture
Because her head
Is twisted
Unfixably
Sick

Show me flowers
Images of beauty
Images of feminine
Divine and subtle
Graceful and mute

Somehow it never
Happens to me
That transformation
That place where I
Would be a woman

Is it because I was born
A contorted mutant
Part-man, maybe
Maybe only half a woman
Maybe just a bifurcation
Between gender politics
And insanity

Between hatred
And sheer confusion

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This is a poem I wrote a while ago. It twists several concepts that I was toying with at the time, so I hope you enjoy it
by marie Gordon

My face has holes
Drilled to the bone
Cry plastic tears
Paint cheeks’ tone
How empathy
Weeps when alone
How sympathy
Smiles in crowds
How forgetful
Grieving becomes
When new treasure
Gives eyes white shroud
How vanity
Came into life
Manifested
My hollow strife
The mystery
I can but solve
To say I did
Invite resolve
Patch upon patch
Makes bruised skin weak
Coddling pity
As swift words leak
My endeavor
Failed when I cried
A shameful prayer
With treasure spied

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by marie gordon

I am soggy
Frozen meatloaf
Thawed too late
For revivalI am risen

A sweet soufflé
Bubbling then left
Crispy black torch

Wear me out dry
Rainy laundry
Skimpy winter
Frozen beaches

I’m getting dust
On my stiff hands
My tentacles
You paralyzed

Why bother to
Tendrils worn stiff
Sickly dog snug
With brutality

If you’re my friend
Wrap your furry
Hands on my paws
Kiss me goodbye

I’ll dry out soon
Scrape off the ash
Shake off the dust
Stretch these tendrils

Tell me my friend
To leave these poems
To scrape lead prose
Off my tired lungs

Freshen my words
Warm them silent
They’re yours; furry
Nostalgia’s mine

Somehow all birds in the city are exactly the same. These birds tried to eat our lunch and succeeded admirably in stealing a sandwich from us. So here is a picture of a flock of Australian sea gulls in all their wond’rous glory.

I’m not much for labels, but this is a poem I wrote a while ago from a quasi-”feminist” perspective. Please feel free to post your comments.

by marie gordon

Do I have a ball and chain
On my ankle
You must have mistook me
For an inmate

What is a womb
That disgusting thing
That cultures bacteria
That swells with delirium

Does this seed
Make me look fat
You must have mistaken me
For a mammal

What is a womb
That unhealing wound
That vile disease
That pitiful, hideous tomb

Am I handicapped
Less than a man
Or am I more than a man
Can he decide

What is a womb
That, with shame, grows
A woman and her babe
But a fly on man’s nose

Pity me, pity me
Because I am woman
Woman and a half
Never more than a man

What is a womb
That vile degradation
That summons all frowns
And spawns all creation

Lil’M is my baby gerbil.

Photo by: Rob Goodlatte

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by marie gordon

I feel you in my heart
You black magic spy
You sick, slinky pink worm
Sifting grains of penance

Squirming weakness
Heart beat fast
A pant, a quiver
Then you slide by

You are my hatred
And my motivation
You are my love
And my every evil

I shiver with your stress
My sweat reeks with your scent
You drench me in your likeness
Anxious little slime

Sip, sip, air from the straw
So thin, too thin
I can’t get enough
My oxygen, You abducted

In my lethargy
Oh how you thrive
In my angst
Your greed revived

And tiny worms
Crawl from my heart
To the pit of my stomach
And there, you fester

You breed, you breed hunger
Hunger that hurts
Twisting my bowels
Like my head sank down

Through my esophagus
As if You swallowed it
Somehow it seems
As if I swallowed you

Were you in a cookie?
A cup of coffee?
A chocolate bar?
A Tai-chi tape?

Alas, I am the culprit
I created you
Your birth
Was my command

Problem is
I can’t remember
Giving any orders
Only you receiving them

Little worms
How You thrive
How I suffer
Your glee is my anxiety

Sappy creatures of my soul
You deceive me
You defeat me
I flutter with madness in your grip