The Renaissance Woman (poem) by Ch'erie de Perrot on AuthorsDen

The Renaissance Woman
by Ch'erie de Perrot → (All Poetry by Ch'erie de Perrot)
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The picture displayed is one that is obviously of my face lol, but the body belongs to Titian's Masterpiece" The Flora" I have a friend in England, a Welsh man :) who is good at superimposing, and just for a laugh he doctored the Titian, with my face!! Yo Rob ( Vanner).Till now I couldn't really find any particular use for it, except displayed on my MSN, Bio pic for laughs you know the deal, as I love that period of Art and the old Masters!However, after living through several ages of fashion and fads, Men who tire and attire us, middle age made into a nightmare, not to mention the shocking repercussions to the young, need I say more...I decided to have my say about how the fashion Guru's of this world have been reeking havoc with the female mind and body... I hope this gives some confidence to women readers, with a hearty here here from acknowledging Men...Can we claim back our womanhood!Or is it lost forever? You decide... I know what I think. Most important, this is not a poem against Men in general, but an overview of those whose minds were and are somewhat....effiminate and controlling. Most blokes ( Ordinary Blokes) don't care to mess with the woman's attire, shape, knowledge etc, for they are happy just being blokes.

Renaissance Woman Where once she flowed pon mists of creations essence voluptuous curves be her cradles of comfort and suckling nay didst she e'er distress o'er appetite lest her serenity becometh discontent hence composure rallied to the an Old Masters Art. Neath gracious gowns succulent limbs resided dimpled yet ample for the comforting crushed rose perfume permeated her prescence children snuggled into warmth unbridled quickening her man to rest, and revere his garden! A nasty wasp flew in.......... "Breathe in, more more, you don't want to appear plump, I can't breathe" they wailed and moaned fanning frantically for every gasp of air so deprived swooning in agony though revered as petite innermost organs mangled to dysfunction childbearing a plague called "Fathers bereft, children left" Flapping around such sweet release... Flesh for fantasy feathers for flair dressed to kill shoes for wear and tear breasts flattened for youthful gain beaded necks neath cropped hair rouge reddened cheeks his eye to attain... Throughout the ages she's been defamed... Wars, depresssion claim victories in dress codes far above the knee's rights to vote though rights to dress lost neath a freakin moguls mess mirrors cleverly disguised to depress Rock n Roll is here to stay.... Hoopla skirts bobby socked shoes lips n eyelashes screaming sexual hues drugs to rehabilitate the mind days and nights filled with sexual kind mothers shrieking for children blind nightmare of nightmares age of Aquarius who knows where we are, are we us peace baby hand me the pipe straws aren't for drinking, they give us the hype "All the leaves are brown, gettin us down Rock n Roll gave way to... Scream dreams shattered themes paisleys, stripes, scarves and bogun hipster jeans shoes that rocked us near into hell while fiendish fashion houses rubbed hands well to fixated to care or tell Someone said we are unfit and fat.... Machines, aerobic dreams tights so tight with G string seams sweat it sweat it move those hips keep the rhythm grinding teeth and lips spread those legs and pump those tits Waste evry dimple cellulite is crass streamlined perfection muscle bound ass gut crunchies to please sergeant deft popping pills to shed whats left Karen died when anorexia arrived Have we learned anything... Trends come and trends go rehash mish mash go with the flow pressure pressure is our countenance plastic surgeons laugh at their bank balance while catwoman thinks she looks fit for show Does anyone know where women went what they mean or represent slaves to fashion, fads and fame if you're not stick thin you aint in the game take that post baby tummy outa our face Defiance has overcome us to date we don't care we'll eat from the plate pile it on leave us alone go back to you're golden fashion throne while we eat us out of house and home! I've only scratched the surface here.... Injustice to womanhood is our plight can we reclaim it do we have to fight who had the nerve since time n memorial you were supposed to protect be territorial not deface the face of Womankind We've gone to far to ever turn back renaissance woman is clothed in sack throwing ashes upon her head living a life of mortal fear and dread her smile of loveliness femininity lost her children's lives seduced to cost her Man thinks she's out of her mind.... But who's the ratbag who started this mindless. tirade of fashion trends, took the herbs became the alchemist God gave Eve the healing knowledge it got burned out in inquisitors foliage neath a faggot smoked to choked control ashes left, to lose the troll! Look at her and look hard she is gone, just an oiled memory charred! Ch'erie de Perrott Copyright 2006

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on October 24, 2006

Thank you all for the awesome reviews! What can I say...
it's good to be able to write things that are stimulating to the mind, these days I find more and more the need to write this way, Yikes!

Hugs and Thanks to y'all
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 23, 2006

What a great picture of yourself young lady and the power of this poem has overwhelmed me...this is definitely a keeper and re-reader...Ed

Reviewed by jude forese

this in one of the most extraordinary, all-consuming poems i've read ... i feel like i've been on an historical locomotive traversing a track of psychoanalytic proportions ...

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Had to take a couple of deep breaths with this one.

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Fan-damn-tastic! Hit the nail on the head, then drove it deep.
So much worth commenting upon, wouldn't know where to start.
T h a n k y o u !! 'Pea' <3

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Wow Ch'erie ...

What a thought process here. I'm impressed. I've never been exposed to this kind of writing from you.

You have somehow melded acerbic wit with a unique sort of historical timeline, and its flows along like creative honey.

Brava Aussie Poet!
Yur bud ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Beautiful,great picture

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Powerful offering!!

And here I thought it was ALL you...remember you shared it with me!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by S J (Reader)

Ch'erie,
Love the artwork; you did a beautiful job! What�s old is new again, I never throw anything away;-) "The Renaissance Woman" is interesting and powerful!

Thank you,
Sheila

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Trend by trend, decade by decade, whim by whim, fickle by fickle, beat by beat, just some of the time determining factors you use to chart the lot of women - though you limit this to trends, but the message is the same.

Neath gracious gowns succulent limbs resided
dimpled yet ample for the comforting
crushed rose perfume permeated her prescence
children snuggled into warmth unbridled
quickening her man to rest, and revere his garden!

Then 'a nasty wasp flew in' - well another wasp
An infestation of the social science degree has been Marxism and a branch of feminism that owes more to misandrism than promoting sex compatability. These ideologies - both one and the same actually - have women (men taken as read) as nothing more than economic units. Categorised thus, the integrity of womanhood, how she feels and what she longs for is simply ignored. The verse inserted here is anathema to a Marxism that claims to promote imancipation. Yeah, try telling that to the former Soviet woman dressed in Stalinace serge and the Chinese women dressed in the Shop at Mao perpetual 1949 'fashion.'
A clever, entertaining yet touchingly caustic piece of cynical writing.

Reviewed by A PAX

Wow!
this is fantastic
what power
pax A

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

But who's the ratbag who started this mindless.

Most Interesting! And now, I am very happy that I am content - just to be a bloke!

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Interesting poem, and a wonderful seductive photo.!!!!! Just to show that what technology had advanced and what kind of pictures it can produced!

Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Interesting...
Fee

Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)

A long work. Loved the first two verses, Wordsworth maybe? Then came the meat. A vegitarian I am, but ate all of it with relish.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 22, 2006

Outstanding work Ch'erie! You are something with that pic woohoo what a seductive look.YOu go gorl;-)...As for fashion, I never let it dictate what I wear or how I look. If there were more indiviuals in this world instead of lemmings it would be a better place. But alas the trend is everything to vain people.Don't get me wrong I love fashion, but it has to suit my taste, not just because everyone is doing it.

Eileen

Reviewed by George Carroll

The life in the canvass is certainly interred in yesterdays ashes.

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Great poem, many ideas that needs pondering on. Victor