Co-pilot in cockpit
Uniform and tie
Just like the men
Blond hair tucked up
Inside her cap
Captain seated
Sneaking a look
At her body
She keeps jacket on
Bra wrong color
Showing through
The white shirt
It’s a man’s world
No place for bras
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2017 00:15
- Comment from author about the poem: A short and not so good (wrote it in February this year) tongue in cheek piece about how much harder it is for women to succeed in some jobs dominated by men.
- Category: Humor
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I thought the movie GI jane was pretty good.
she put them in their place.
Yeah, but that was just a movie!
ha! ha! ha! live and learn. also their is one called ' north country' I like them both. it sets the pace.
Sad but I'm afraid it's not all equal in this world - will it ever change? Enjoyed the write.
A lot changed already, but a lot more has to change to make it equal.
Good write and so true.
You know, as Michael said, it really is sad. A lot of times women do an even better job and still get the short end of the stick.
In most of the positions I have had in my working life women have generally been treated as equal. In one job I was the only male in the department, I was the Deputy Administrator, my boss, the Administration Officer was a women and all the staff were women, we were all treated as colleagues, no gender discrimination at all, that is how it should be in the work place environment, and in life.
Sadly I think your situation was special. As a male, were you discriminated against?
Not at all, respect seemed to be the key, if we each did our jobs all was find. I had a meeting once in my office with all the staff except the Admin Officer and there was a knock on the door and an inspector from another department came in to see me, he looked around at all the women in the office and went out with the words "Bloody Hell, I am not coming in there!" some men just do not like working with so many women. but as I said we were all colleagues and the section worked very well.
But we make a cuppa tea better right ? :p debatable in this house haha!! Awhh one day, equality 💓
You do a lot of things better. Wouldn't know about tea, drink only coffee, and for that I bought a Swiss made automatic coffee machine. Women are stronger (not muscles), faster, smarter, more caring, more empathetic, so why should not they rule? Because they are smarter. Ever heard of the power behind the throne? SHE is a woman!!!
Just remembered: Somebody at church once told me about GOD and said when describing GOD: SHE is a woman and BLACK!
There's that gentleman within you. Yano i bloody love a good cup of coffee, but i can't drink it too much because i swear i'm awake for days ha! Decaf pfft! Lovely words about women 💓
Ahhhh ive heard that before .. omg is it beyonce? * little joke*
you wish!
I agree ... Off with the bras! I like your poem, Fred.
Woah Louis, not so fast! This is not about a bra-less society, it's about equality in the workplace. But whatever, like that you like. Thanks
My response was lounge-in-cheek-in-cheek, my friend. A feeble attempt at humor.
You are right of course, I answered your comment before 6am and can therefore not be held responsible for anything I write! 🙂
Throw in some commas in this poem, and you got a real winner for a story poem. It conveys pretty well the sexism apparent in the aviation culture. Glad you wrote it. The good things are your abandon towards covering these tensions up. The bad/ugly I will combined it's one thing, and one thing only. Punctuation. If you added some commas this would be a very solid poem. I find myself wanting to take a breath on many of the lines, and I don't know where you intended me to. If I were to grade this poem I would give it a 7/10 due to lack of punctuation.
Thank you for your instructive comments. English is my third (or 4th if you count Swiss German as a language, but I think it is more just a sickness somewhere in the throat!) language and I always had problems with punctuation. So in my poems I leave it out on purpose. Call it artistic freedom. In this particular poem I truly believe that punctuation would take something away from it. And as far as breath is concerned, don't take any. Keep it in until the end when you go "ahhhhhh". That sound also signals that you understood the point of the poem. (Just kidding!) 🙂
Everytime that guy Stephen.Sapaugh begin to comment his critics on someone poem makes me have to go back there and reread the poem to see what is missing. I'm not a critic at all and I just love to read the poems admiring the art in it or the feelings and emotions that people releases here. It is so human. I love it. I'm wondering what he is going to say if he reads one of my writings. He did not get to me yet.
I think in most cases we are just having a conversation with our soul. Delivering.
Mahalo Malu! (Goes well together, don't you think?}
I agree with you. I just don't feel I am good enough and know enough to give a critique. I either like it or I don't. But, on the other hand, I do appreciate it if somebody with something to say lets me know what is wrong with my writing. How else could I improve? Don't like to be graded though, am a little bit too old for school.
I can not even think if the way I write is wrong or right. I even can get all mixed up and I use wrong words sometimes. What can I do? I'm writing in a language that is not my own. I think I'm brave enough. But, I don't mind being criticized. If you expose yourself you are inabling people to give they opinion.
I don't know about you, but every time I publish something here I have mixed feelings. On one hand I want people to read it, and on the other hand I am always worried that it is not good enough. But as you said, we just write whatever comes to mind, let our fingers do the dancing, maybe edit and re-write a bit, then just close our eyes and hope for the best.
The movie about God being a black woman is really beautiful. The shack.
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