Rose Abortion Poems

Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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On a sweltering humid July morning,
she was escorted by her best friend
as they walked through whispered prayers
into a beige brick one story building.
She laid on...

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with twittering,tweeting and chirps of chiffchaff
a sublime chime of hope resurrects inside

i,a wild rose,somewhere in the pastures grown
i grow,i alter every day,every hour and minute

Some...

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She's a Rose, among the Thorns
A walking contradiction
A breathing work of art
A truthful work of fiction
An unique, uncut stone 
A little bit contrary
The Rich Girl...

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Beauty is like a blooming rose,
A breathtaking sight from head to toes.
With petals soft and delicate,
A fragrance so enchanting and great.

It shines like the sun...

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Counting Beats

There is a machine, 
that the doctor has, 
it is sheer magic. 
It can be placed on the belly of a mother, 
and the...

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...He remembered his childhood,
Cajun stories of the bayou,
and one of an old witch doctor,
they claimed he still practiced voodoo.

He had seen the man once or...

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An August evening 

This afternoon I was writing a poem but it kept disappearing 
a blank screen had words on but they faded away 
erased...

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That light was as gloomy as the maroon-red sun
In the cozy chamber of your heavenly womb
O! It's not the Sun. a knife-like sharp laser gun
It...

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Lustful love like monsoon rain,
thunders down and is soon gone,
true love like an endless chain,
every new day is reborn.

you find that glow in her eyes,
in...

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flowers bloom,
put in a room,
but no one cares
about its fears,

should they care?
is it fair?
a flower breathes,
but doesn't get air.

seedling sprouts,
stem reaches out,
longing for the daylight,
preaching...

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A childhood cradled in a mother’s arms. 
Like a sunrise aglow with hope and promise,
Nudging us to awake, our spirit charms. 
Bringing life from soil...

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Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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