Still Fighting

the daily battles
etch a sheen on my armor
as rights are ignored

the feminine they try to oppress
but nothing will hurl us back in time
our sharp tongues wound and silence our oppressors

like a moth to a flame, we’ll seduce them
the fabric of society will not fray 
when women are truly free

no more having to put our lives on the line
each of us seeks autonomy
history in the making is streaming

Reblog – Bright and Beautiful by Murray Robertson

Enjoy, love and thrive! 🙂

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

      oh she is
   bright and
   beautiful.
      you should
see her smile

   what is 
      a man
supposed 
   to do?

   sunshine
   over her
shoulder,
   she glows
in backlit
      glory

   we have
   wandered
there before.
   every time
the garden's
      a changed
   thing.

red as any
   lipstick, 
      she glows
in backlit
   glory. 

   what is
      a man
supposed
   to do?

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Wishes

in this battle of the sexes
the language is cursive versus printing
eloquently spoken needs
applauded with neanderthal provisions

it’s not a women against men fight
but rather
one bruised person
dealing with the wounds of another

a battle where the piercing of softness
elicites a stiffness in gait
shuttering their ability
to walk, to breathe, to exist

it sounds almost incomprehensible
two lives are at stake
that are relatively comfortable
yet fragile but sane and psychotic

when past realities dominate
where fantasies indeed came true
yet the present doesn’t match
the picture of who they are now

it’s almost like wishing upon a star…

Reblog – The Girl with the Key by Dorinda Duclos

This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


Cloaked in red, she stands in prayer
What lurks behind, she is unaware

Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery

But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go

Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate

Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods

At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware

As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands

In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he

One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears

Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.

©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Karen Nadine from Pixabay

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Reblog – The page that mattered

Was it because she knew they weren’t a match, was he just not her type, or was she fiercely independent? Turns out she friend-zoned him!

Playing with words

like a book she could
read him with an utmost ease
he loved being read
she skimmed through but deftly skipped
the page where the heart speaks words

July Writing Prompts

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Inhu(man)e

not only thieves purloin

women too often, so so often
have their dignity stolen from them
their bodies taken beyond recognition
their souls robbed of semblance

the monsters scurrying and creeping away after the ugly deed
running off with women’s futures
instilling fear in them without so much as an ounce of remorse
carrying away women’s shame as trophies

when will the craven grand larceny
of women’s bodies, minds and souls stop
when will the emptying of a woman’s stability cease
when will the brutal destruction foisted upon them end

WHEN???

Reblog – Stranger within by Reena Saxena

What a powerful piece highlighting the empowerment of women who reach maturity. Enjoy!

Reena Saxena

A stranger within me
emerges unannounced
threatens to engulf
my whole being
scatter me like ashes
all over the landscape

where was this spark hidden
for a lifetime?
unbeknownst to me
keeping me bound
In cages I did not choose
underestimating
a power
which can change the world…

Now that the mirror
speaks the truth
I will not break it
but block external influence
from clouding vision
once again…

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Reblog – That’s What I Fear by VJ Knutson

This piece struck a chord deep within me. VJ articulated thoughts I’ve had in a way which brought back so much of what I’ve felt about living while living and while trying just to survive. Kudos for speaking your truth and ours, VJ.

One Woman's Quest

I fear living.

No, that’s not it.

I love living…
…but I fear engagement…
…drowning in engagement

Except, I love engagement…
… but only when I dip my toe in the waters
and feel the thrill…
and can still maintain control.

I fear losing control. I fear no longer being able to call the shots, life demanding more of me than I’m willing (or able) to give.

I’m willing to give…
… to a certain point…
…can no longer afford to be sapped dry, wrung out
and discarded… so much hurt
so much betrayal…
such lack of appreciation

I have given.
I have loved and sacrificed and cherished and
given…
…up…
…self

It’s self I’m afraid of losing
and why not?
I am only just able to touch her

She and I, still hesitant
building a certainty
a mutual admiration
respect…

And should I be called upon
to give…too much…well…

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