Son Abortion Poems

Sharing the News

The power of sharing
can never be overstated, 
or under understood. 
Together we make a difference. 
Like single drops of rain, 
coming together from...

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Breaking news 
the land of the free is now broken 
Our Divided States of America
is turning third-world 
Who let the government 
place their destructive hands...

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Pieces

I gather things I thought were important, 
that don't seem quite that way anymore. 
There are pictures of the past, 
and lists of goals for...

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May your words be rooted deep,
To anchor my life grimly in faith;
Keeping my spirit away from temptations.
Whenever I want to say a word,
Guide this,my tongue,not...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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Sex and Grades

Teachers in my time 
taught math, and science and history. 
We never cared if they were single, 
or married or divorced. 
It never...

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Good News

Every day I get up and pray, 
Lord... please... 
some good news for a change. 
Something worth saying to my family, 
to my friends,...

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A Good Boy

My son did not kill anyone. 
He did not rob a store. 
He did not beat anyone up. 
Do you hear me? 
Do...

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Brittle Silence

It is afternoon, 
and the coffee pot was never turned off. 
It is still burning even now. 
The liquid inside... black, 
and in dire...

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I was a novice in that act
My mind would not say the fact
I keep pushing through being smart 
Oh playing along may not impart 
My...

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Longing of the heart, of the mind
Curiosity is killing, step by step
The moon and the stars-Insomniac
Who will end these queries
I hear them talk abut their...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin 
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.

I feel that dry course texture of alabaster...

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