Let us get physical!

Women can do anything! The reason why we were mistaken!

Women in the Elizabethan era were forbidden to perform in theatres.This prohibition was due to the beliefs of men and society, which are in contrast to what the majority in Western society believe today. Such beliefs held by men included that women were “inferior” as they were seen to be physically weak.

Men were physically bigger than women. This consideration led to the thought that men should make decisions for their wives. Men also assumed that acting was not an honourable profession. They did not allow their wives to act in plays in public as a woman could be a target of prostitution.

 The limitations of society were extended to professions such as acting. Women were confined to their homes as they were seen primarily as mothers and caregivers, not workers. They were responsible for raising their children efficiently. Men did not want their wives to take up things that could distract them from their families, causing them to disobey their fathers or husbands.

Elizabethan women were prohibited from performing in plays because they were considered weak and honourable. Their only job is to raise children efficiently. According to Chris Knox, a famous protestant leader, "Women in her greatest perfection was made to serve and obey man".

Depression with Body Image

My painting represents what is happening in the broadening world, depression with body image. In my painting, it shows a girl looking into the mirror, however her mind is dominated by the magazines she buys to compare herself to. When she sees herself, she feels the need to change how she looks, into the people on the magazines with the perfect body.

The Love Song Ends

One’s arm is the fire, boiling others' heart. But my own hand did it, mistaking for my sister. My hand did it, freezing my heart once more.

200 Pageviews!

Dear all, thank you for supporting the website and I by reading my poems. I also thank the people who liked the pictures of the website I put on instagram! By the way, my username is @katehenspoetry! I appreciate the 200 views!

The time when an old companion turns away

This picture belongs to me.
No copyright.
Real homework task.
Credits to Rosa Education in Australia.

“She is my gold,

Valuable as can be.

She is my valuable gold,

that glistens in the sun like coins.”

Sleep walking is the case,

Never will she leave me.

Sleep walking is what happened,

She will always stay right beside me.

Never mind what the police say,

I love my wife dearly.

Do not listen what the police told you,

Their interpretation is not proved clearly.

But why was she in Jemma’s flat,

Sleep walking must be the case.

“She was in Jemma’s flat,

Avoiding your gambling face.”

Requests

Since my tasks are finished, I decided to keep writing poems. Please feel free to request some down in the comment box! Thanks!

Lots of Love,
Kate.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

PREVIEW

Having my annual haircut,

As I sit on the chair.

The reflection of my life’s work,

Shown by a silver hair.

In that one string I realised,

I must find a new heir.

Dear people of the world,

My humble factory and I,

Want to invite five children.

The only way you can apply,

Is to find a golden ticket.

A Wonka bar is your only reply.

Augustus Gloop found the first ticket,

 Then followed by Veruca Salt.

The third was found by Violet Beauregarde,

Tickets were found as fast as lightning bolts.

Mike Tee-Vee found the fourth,

And Charlie made the halt.

This is my English homework. There are 7 stanzas. Further notice will be announced.

Sydney

Footprints on the sand,

Made by many strangers.

Many wearing stripped clothing,

On Sydney’s Bondi beach.

Arching through the city,

Tall and wide and open.

Cars passing, trains moving,

Under  Sydney’s Harbour Bridge.

A man with a huge smile,

Eager for you to play.

Entertaining ones with rides,

In Sydney’s Luna Park.

Tall or short, swim or sink,
An infinite to be seen.

Animals all around the world,

Found in Sydney’s Taronga Zoo.

I do not own these pictures

The tall, free standing building,

Observing the entire Sydney.

Sydney Tower is what’s it’s called,

Observing the whole entire Sydney.

The Apple Tree

The sun glistens on my special tree,
the apples are scarlet red.
With leaves like dazzling emeralds,
what a beautiful tree!


Three months passed and the sky has faded,
apples are falling one  by one.
Plop, plop, plop.
The leaves changes colour to yellow and red,
what a striking tree!

But the heavens threw wind down on my tree,
and caught all my apples,
And caught all my leaves.
what a lonely tree!

Day by day I waited,
to find my missing fruits.
Ninety days and ninety nights,
I see an apple on my tree!

The sun shines on my apple tree,
the apples grew back again.
Leaves are green and apples are red,

I do not own these pictures.

what a beautiful tree!


The cycle turns again and again,
like a ferris wheel.
Though life could fall at times,
one day it'll grow again!

The Start of My Career

Making this blog leads all the way back to 24/05/2013, when my tutoring task was to write a poem. The task was to write about an apple tree. That's when I discovered I enjoyed writing poems. 

I hope you enjoy my poems as much as I do!

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