Aborts Poems

RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey to isolation
Past keeps the future...Read More

The Devil's wife
The Church of God is the bride of Christ
Therefor the false church is the bride of Satan
Are you the Devil's wife?

Answer the question
Yet your words mean nothing
Your actions prove the truth
Show your nature, God will judge

The Devil's wife
Crying...Read More

What kind of man would rape  his Mother 
What kind of man you are 
What kind of man would kill his brother 
What kind of man you are 
Save his soul 
Vile, low down, wretched sinful one
Where you coming...Read More

Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.

Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.

Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in...Read More

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might...Read More

re post inspired by theme of Laura contest

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between...Read More

Each day an extension of my time
so each morning a risk and opportunity
to avoid greedy egocentrism
to step into harmonious eco-centered consciousness.

Each still-wombed entity extends mother's incarnating time
so each maternal risk and opportunity,
each free will act of paternity,
aborts competitive egocentrism
by incarnating...Read More

          Coming from the same plane.....
They start talking, he offers to buy her a drink which she agrees 
A soft drink, it's just fanta
He shows her how to put the straw...Read More

 
truth, word play. silly, how I feel, spoken word, humour, food
PALINODES STOLEN To LIFE’S CHANGES!

I would like to say; this ‘palinode stolen from life’s trials and tribulations---
To what I have said before and I’ll say again; in all ‘ways’...Read More

The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
             boast brazen...Read More

The system aborts.
(Multiple organs failure)
A deviant art
of dying pompously.

I wish, I was on a -
moving floor, sailing
without a walk, looking at
the camouflaged ceiling.

The shrill voice of a whistle-
blower, mimics an opera.
I will snatch the words,
raw, from your lips. 

It was...Read More

Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.

Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.

Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in...Read More

AN EPITAPH
Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long, how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when,...Read More

            CLICK-CLOCK

I wish not only to kill time
I want to torture it first the way it torments me
I want a way to forever still time
Since time makes no more...Read More

Perfect Oneness

“But you shall remember the LORD your God, for it is He who is giving you power to make wealth, that He may confirm His covenant which He swore to your fathers, as it is this day.”  Deut...Read More

Gobble gobble to and fro,
Meals prepared layed out for show,
Show thanks on this very day,
Coming once a year; then astray.
Roads become the one way ticket,
Families coome far to sit,
Around the table long or short,
Memories shared as the food aborts.
Munch, crunch,...Read More

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might...Read More

Disarmed and helpless
you inched in my soul
I was drawn in your spirits
that metallic laugh
and curvy body graph
your hairs, wavy brown
adorned your equisite face like crown
when you smiled
you had me more bewitched and beguiled
they say this lasts for short
and it kind...Read More

A tribal fear
was lurking,
behind a surge of emotion.
The sun was looking black.

A sexual abuse
of a quaint flower
aborts the fruit.
This year we will go hungry.

A nascent seed
stripped on road-
cries for water.
We hear without listening.

Death by a grave
was a domestic claim.
But you...Read More

The 
Poorest
Choice in life.








I’m not being judgmental nor commenting on my feedback I’m just clarifying and 
respectfully explaining my view of the poem. I appreciate the feedback, I understand when a 
poem is written everyone relates to it in a...Read More

Versus whom?
I versus me or 
he versus she,
and we versus them.
when this old versus thing gone come to an end.

I wanna win against me,
a fairly selfish gain.
he'll always be versus she,
no wonder she aborts us then.

We versus them- 
just whom...Read More

Light is rhythm on the end
Of spiral cantilevered space
Bouncing photons’ dreams of birth
Monolithic thoughts that tend
A viral panting pulse to race
For views of worth 
Is yet a way to balance time?
Is still an answer found in rhyme?
With written word we...Read More

Help stop my deserted tears from descending down my somber face,
I’ve learn't to swallow my pain in the company of strangers at my own pace.

If we were born with wings Id fly away from the hurt that fills my eyes,
Id...Read More