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anna_grin
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Poetry Contest

unchain your inner feminist
lads ladies and non binary daisies

i am no longer the wide eyed ingenue that arrived here pushing elbows with the big boys, letting male writers who drink cigarettes and smoke whiskey tell me how to write.

not that they didn’t help me some, but i owe no one.

that is to say, i owe fealty to no one.

whatever makes you angry as women, i want to hear about it.

to avoid confusing the boomers with newfangled terminology like “trans” “intersex” and “intersectional” this competition is open to all but i as a judge am looking for a unique feminine voice.  something to bear in mind.

and so, we starve

Magdalena
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Are older poems allowed?

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Magdalena said:Are older poems allowed?

absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.

obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x

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anna_grin said:

absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.

obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x


Great stuff, thank you anna x

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blah...

we played games with time  
and i was a passing fucking moment  
bruised at your whim, never as perfect  
as the character you impersonated

we weren't amazing, not really

the impression left behind from your force  
aged and became less of an empty space

my sophistication became a fist


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thank you mags for leading us into the fray x

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The only other one I can find for now x

diary entry "i wish i was a conker"


1981 peeled me like acidic fruit, slowly and painfully
may was the hand that took my flesh
and june the jaws that consumed me
those months after were vultures circling

i lay there for the beaks and claws, for the end
winter was the rage in my fist, and i snapped the neck
of every day for making time so fucking tragic
i tried to cremate myself under the sun
but the rain fell to the floor like the tears i never shed


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bringing it home again! thank you x

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thanks blue, that packs a hell of a punch x

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Industrious Annalise

  
Let them talk about making this nation
great again as if it was some truck tire  
worn down to its radial under armor    
ready for retread in the tire department  
next building over from where we worked.  
   
The harness of solidarity we erected    
remains buckled. We were the welding
that held everything together by sweat,
blood, and tears. We were America    
strong.  
   
And still are, even after labor pains
of being strong-armed during contractual  
obligations around every corner  
---becoming well heeled regarding miles  
of concrete and iron catwalks hiked,    
but hardly as far as insurance benefits  
and pursed billfolds where it counted,    
   
And there were no leaves of absence  
when it came to leaves of abstinence  
as one unplanned on getting pregnant;  
you could always count on women    
getting shafted upon shafted.  
   
Let me tell you how it was --- enough  
anguish was channeled into the rubber  
plant's production line floor that glass  
ceilings cracked with every impact  
of our feet being put down hard.  
   
Not without backbiting resistance,  
mind you. Butch. Dyke. Lesbo. Name it.  
They labeled us -- designated unfit    
to work along side for the same pay  
and definitely for dating by such great  
American specimens of men    
who demonstrated all the Olympian  
capacity of beer kegs in form,  
function, and usefulness.  
   
We endured the unlubricated jeers  
nonstop, sometimes from behind,  
but mostly right up in our faces  
---I guess being spare-ribbed equals,  
we were meant to take the thrusts  
of their fear driven anger like men,  
if not the queers they secretly feared    
would eventually topple Heterotopia.  
   
Yet they sure loved their girl-on-girl porn  
if the girls on the girls in the girlie mags  
were airbrushed into flawless perfection,  
looking glorious in frilly lingeries ...  
   
And I guess I don't blame them;  
overalls do little to accentuate figures  
without God's plumping ass'istance    
and grease giving complexions fits.  
   
On my days off, I was about as sexy  
as Gloria Steinem in a gunny sack dress  
---more hip deep into Gloria Jeans---  
my lunch pail thermos was emptied    
with a cigerette or two by morning's  
fifteen minute break.    
   
Not vain about my appearance,  
letting low self esteem and complex    
be cause to quit punching the clock,  
instead I chose to punch a few assholes  
during my time at Firestone.  
   
As for Annalise ...  
   
Damn. How badly I wanted to hit that    
broad when she was hired on in 1975.    
Boy, she really rubbed me the wrong way.  
Bossy --- always micro-managing. Anal
was an understatement.  
   
So much so, the gals called her Anal-lise    
her first month on the floor. Ha! I can laugh  
about it now, but refused to back then  
---that would have made me no better  
than the men with their insults.  
   
Anna and I finally entered the union  
officially having swapped rings at City Hall  
seven years ago. I guess you could say,  
shortly after we were acquainted,    
she grew on me in girl-on-girl fashion;    
never was I into women until having laid  
eyes on her for the first time.    
   
She died last March from complications  
due to the Covid-19. I always told her  
to give up smoking --- which we both did,  
but a few years too late, I guess;    
her lungs were a mess by then  
and these last couple of years on oxygen  
were quite a drag on her spirit.  
   
Underneath the rigid aluminum clipboard,  
Anna was always my fresh of breath air  
in that insufferable nine-to-five armpit.    
   
And now she's gone, just like the America    
that was so supposedly so fucking great    
until black men and women started  
running for President.  
   
 
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good to see ya mary, i know that anna can’t be me 😂

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Moving The Kilos

Hotel Nacional de Cuba    
Havana, Cuba
 
   
Where the fuck is he!    
Two more minutes than this fuck feels my steel heat    
Impatiently waiting for my point, A man to deliver the fucking Keys    
Been held up in this hotel room for days    
Dodging the scent of the FBI, CIA, and the fucking DEA    
   
Blackberry steadily vibrating    
This better be this motherfucker, delays I ain’t anticipating    
“Speak bitch.”    
Caller reciting code name, pop pop for any suspected snitch    
Where the fuck is my Dope!    
You come up short again, Glock dreams with no remaining hope    
   
You know who the fuck I am    
The silent nun runner, deadlier than the Son of Sam    
Quiet footsteps in this life I dance    
Command and take your ass out on a demand    
You cross my money, my peeps    
In the middle of the night, your blood shall seep    
Six feet under for your homies to weep    
   
Sweet as a kitty cat in the day, poisonous bitch under the blanket of night    
I need fucking clearance out of here on my private jet flight    
Small bills, use the drone to fly that taste in    
No time for the man to get suspect of this nun’s deadly sins    
As discussed, pure and uncut    
I have issues of no humanly trust    
On the mean streets, one hit, this dope is known as the nose’s lust    
   
Now get me the fuck out of here, and meet me with my blow    
No questions asked, I got the dollars and the pesos    
Get me on USA soil to move this weight beyond the borders    
Connections waiting in Mexico, New York, and Key West Florida    
   
These fuckers here got me straight up paranoid    
I need to be accounted for on Monday, I got a presentation to present to my Board    
Now let’s do this    
And this time no Bonnie and Clyde shell casing dropping bullshit    
   
Sirens howling in the distance background    
If heat goes down    
Keep mouth close, and give up no fucking sounds    
Blackberry finally silenced    
Money, dope, bitches, moving it comes down to self-reliance      
   
Moving to the window, glancing out, eyes scanning around    
No retreat, no surrender, I stand my motherfucking ground    
Grabbing my Glock, my Uzi kissing each for luck    
Taking me down, not an option, fuck    
   
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The Beginning Of The Nun Runner

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Moving the Kilos II

Havana, Cuba    
 
Moving the Kilos    
Hum, who would ever suspect, a sexy stripper in tow    
Moving currency from sunrise to sunset for you    
You fuck me over, Glock and Beretta holes, your just due    
Looking down at my platinum Rolex    
Then my Blackberry screen, no fucking text as of yet    
     
Where the fuck is this nigga, who thinks his gangsta ass is John Gotti    
Who assume I am beneath him, his crew just because I’m a butter rum hottie    
On my way to meet my connection at the agreed private landing strip    
No time for any delays from the FBI, CIA, or getting caught up in any DEA bullshit    
I just want to make it back in one piece in the comforts of New York, then get me some weakening tender tongue licks    
     
Where to ma’am    
Just keep driving, and when I say stop, brakes you slam    
So, no questions amigo just keep moving until I say stop    
Continue to drive faster if I say the scene looks hot    
Yes ma’am    
My Blackberry finally vibrating, looking down at my screen, well hot dam    
     
Speak and make the syllables roll quick    
What! My nose candy is the pure shit    
Guaranteed to get any fuck, straight up lit    
So, come correct, I have no time for this      
My boy gave you his highest praise, but if you a snitch    
Your severed body parts will be found in a motherfucking ditch    
Now, shut the fuck and listen bitch    
     
I need you to move this weight along    
I did give your boy a sample utilizing that drone    
I need to be in the sky, once my stilettos steps onto tarmac    
It was hell getting out that sweltering hotel room, I had to watch my own fucking back    
X marking the devil’s spot    
I got the keys, the money, you come up short, bullets with no name will drop    
     
Ma’am...ma’am    
What motherfucker!    
This bitch I’m talking to think they’re dealing with some type of city sucker    
We got problems, just up ahead, pirates, and strapped to their hips is some serious looking heat    
Wha…what the fuck! Dammit! You got to be kidding me, I smell a set up before my private meet    
Wait until I catch up with that bastard, his blood from his heart, I will slowly drain in my cup    
Cuba, and this bad ass luck    
     
Lifting my skirt, pulling out my Beretta 3032 Tomcat from out my leg holster in anger    
Checking the chamber    
Those fucks are looking for somebody’s head    
I guess it’s time they feel the burn of my hollow-point lead    
     
Lifting my Blackberry, Gee, I’m blindly rolling into trouble here    
Are you serious! Where the fuck are you! And is the coast clear    
I need more guns, the Cartels      
Cartels! What the hell!    
Those back-stabbing fucks are known to take what’s not theirs    
True that, but I refuse to go home empty handed while cruising in the air    
I got you sexy, me and my boys have some government issued toys    
Then blow some shit up and make some noise    
     
Can you hold out until my crew can get you some cover    
I have no fucking choice, and hurry the fuck up, these greedy bastards are starting to hover    
Fuck! I need your boys to get me out this shit    
No doubt, a bloodbath if so, and the last man standing, will not be those dicks    
I need guns, a Kevlar vest, a tinted Hummer, some grenades and the straight shots from the bullets of a G-man hit    
Shit!    
     
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