Best Aborted Poems
Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so blatantly howling about
a litany's crushed promise. Wired thoughts
rip my tulip bouquet now strewn
on the wayside of angst: how mute hymns
from an aborted vow silences a decorated aisle
on this day, this fateful day.
I turn celibate much like a virgin nun,
in front of an altar… half-empty now,
that my pain grates the most benevolent
of flowers, chafed by a drooping night
that has no syllable for me…for on this day,
a deserted betrothal leaves me
hanging , hanging on a church loft.
i’ll never know the why of an insidious choice;
except in his runaway scheme,my eyes
grow blank…tweezed iodized entombed.
Somehow, it is freezing now; a candle in prayer
burns an espousal gown;
i have never heard a more immense cold than this.
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4/27/2016
Free Verse Contest for Charlotte Puddifoot
You said I was a dumbass cause I kept your unborn child
You sexing me like an animal, your going wild
You gave me three hundred dollars and walked away
Like a dumbass, nothing to say
I had a decison to make about whether to keep our unborn child
So much going through my mind, my thoughts going crazy
Never thinking about our baby!
I became a woman with an unborn child inside me
I couldn't talk to my mother, my mother put me in the streets
Sitting on the corner thoughts so deep
After hours of crying my eyes out
I slept a little, but could not sleep
The worst thing to think about was bringing our unborn child's life to an end
Even before it begins
I decided to keep my unborn child and let it have a chance
What was I thinking living in my life's circumstance
No father around I was confused and dazed
I had to also wonder where I'd stay
I went through the delivery, pain and the up's and down's
Sometimes regretting why I kept it around
I don't know what's going through my head
One minute I loved it then the next wishing it dead
Is this the thoughts of a mother to hate it more each day
All I can do is pray for these thoughts to go away
I think because I hate it's father, but what does that do
It makes me hate a child who had nothing to do with what I wanted and it was only you!
I hated it cause it's his child and I knew he hated it too!
What parents want an abortion?
A dumbass like me and you
No feelings, no emtions or motherly love
It's our child and we're suppose to love
Our aborted child who still lives
The saddest part is he became a man without a mother or father
He tried to not let our not loving him be a bother
You were apart of me and you; mine and yours
Something we should adore
Never figured out me, never stopped hating you
The tragedy is our child who I can never say really smiled
We both failed him and all we can do is thing about our lives
What about his life and all you can say
"You decided to keep him it's your problem even today!!!!"
Frail leaves fall...I sweep them to the back of my mind.
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Contest: Monoku Madness
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 18th August, 2016
Attempts to cull the human unborn have caused mass controversy
despite the widespread damage this can cause to the population
under stable growth moving forward killing the weaker of our group
Whom are unable to defend themselves
from this violent abuse system ever originating
crushing morals branded as an inferior being
Devaluing it's space of origin with these loveless acts of aggression
towards another comes these deeply engraved remarks
twisting truth turns venom and drinks from the souls of those innocent bodies
Sacrificed as something rejected unworthy of love
murdered not being up to standard classified worthless
challenges the political role as lawless agendas creep
The wide scale damage this causes on society
at large it mounts up to an industry with inbuilt uncertainty
revisits our future as the signs of chaos condemning basic rights to death
Crepuscular rays filtered through the trees:
Tall black cypresses around a dark shrine,
Evening grim bells toll as I feel the freeze,
Conscious the tomb covered with rambling vine,
While nocturnal butterflies just decline.
I could not help utter a maze of sighs,
My desolate unborn baby just lies,
Never forgotten, but always evoked
Except the woman who'll never get wise.
Cursed she'll be, an oath I never revoked.
Fiction
I am against abortion. But I am in favour of forgiving.
Of Daughters and Aborted Liberties…
My ravished womb drips
precious blood of incestuous rape;
the ghosts of my daughters scream
from shared graves
marked with vaginal blood
shed by sons drunk
on the wine of intoxicating power.
Mislead adolescent warriors
fan holocaust embers
scorching time tested hopes
gone to ashes
as death winds strike chimes
of ebony genocide;
and the cradle and the grave
stand juxtaposed to each other.
My desperate screams
reverberate off once listening ears
and ricochet into the void silence
of a newsworthy footnote:
caught in the cobwebs of history
my aborted blood of liberty flows
like the meandering Nile.
We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.
Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!
Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom.
What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.
When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.
Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and beheading its soft cord.
I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.
I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.
When she told him that she was pregnant, it made his heart melt.
But then she had an abortion and didn't even ask how he felt.
Yes, it was her body but it was her husband's baby too.
He couldn't forgive her because of what she decided to do.
When she had the abortion, she didn't consider his feelings.
He hasn't fully recovered even after twelve years of healing.
If she didn't want to have children, she shouldn't have gotten married.
She destroyed a part of him when she ended the life that she once carried.
He figured that since she didn't want his baby that she didn't want him either.
That's what made him decide to pack his bags and leave her.
He was so devastated that he has vowed never to get married again.
Before wives have abortions, they should consider that it can really hurt their men.
The day you conceived me in your womb
I greeted my creator with a thousand thanks
In your womb i laid happily and grateful
I merely died of laughter in there because
You harboured me in your womb like a god
You have a dancing shoes with nimbles soles
Whilst i have a soul of lead, the future brighter
Your intestine laughed themselves out in joy
I beheld your bloodstream beaming with smiles
In the wonderful world of a prince to be born
Their cheeks appeared as the pretty dawn of the day
Their red clothes blown in your wombs like leaves
Hidden in the full noon, the next of nature
I watched their dancing steps killing the viruses inside
i was excited to embrace the pattering of food through
Your kind placenta to the walls of my stomach
Until that day when you passed your conscience
To the land of our silent fathers to wash me away
I knew you to be a woman of easy virtue
Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard sweater
Confusion heard my dying soul wept then
I allowed my tears to clap their hands
Because i could not control you when fears
Went on and on in my little mind
My heart working like a mechanical machine
To seek and find ways to stop your evil thought
To some , women are necessary evil, now i believed
Why mother? why did you allowed your conscience ruled you?
You should have at least welcome me home
And watch what tomorrow will be like.
Perhaps i may be of help to you and the society
Howbeit you hated me with so much passion without seeing my face?
Why did you killed me like a wandering fowl whilst
Millions of women are looking for my kind?
I walk alone mother, you should have not go if you can not carry m so long and cater for me
Did you know what the future hold for me?
I walk the feeble street as though death is after me
I cried all day and night on the sleepless street of nothingness Upon the sins of humanity against the will of God.
Am sad woman for washing me away, for letting my innocent
tears dropped on the altar of sin.
Well, only the creator knows better perhaps another womb
will welcome me with joy as i go but stop the act and save lives for the future holds greater joy you can never imagine now with us
THE UNBORN
Won't even get a chance at life,
Two months old and it receives the knife,
Not even a single cry,
Can I ask why?
Why does it have to pay for their actions?
They make the decision to their satisfactions,
As it lays there helplessly and grows,
The baby doesn't even know,
That soon, it will grow no more,
But instead, it's life will be cut off so short,
No chance to be held, or to be loved,
But like many others, be aborted to the world above,
It's completely not right,
Nothing to do, it can't even fight,
It's removed far too soon,
It's breath cut off like the pop of a balloon,
It's tiny little soul and heart,
No longer shared, but torn apart,
What's it gonna take,
For people to realize that unborn babies aren't just things and they're not fake,
To make people think before they do,
Because look who pays, it sure as hell isn't you,
And it's not fair,
You act like you don't even care,
But that's a life you've just destroyed, a life you've prevented from living,
A life you made, and a chance you're not even giving,
What are you gonna do next time it happens?
Abort the helpless baby again?
Abortion isn't a form of birth control,
Use your brain and save a soul,
Relax, and thank God you have a chance at life,
While you allow others to give that unborn child the knife,
Because there is no next time for that baby,
And unfortunately, not even a maybe,
You have fun living like before,
While that baby doesn't even get close to life's door!
Blow down the little baby like a paper boat.
Downstream where the dead fish flow.
Blood of life, blood of stones thrown.
Arrow, bow, find the doe while she is sleeping.
She doesn’t want to know that you will gut her,
or smell the hand of the one
who’ll put her under this knife.
The mother who eats
her own young.
Cutting, cut the sails before they ever know the wind.
Listen - can you hear the ocean in this sorry shell?
Something pink and crying,
swaddled clothing
never worn.
Tell your story now, while you still can, a plank
not walked, but anchored fast, you sink
before the air has ever found your lungs.
‘Look, Mom, no rungs’ let down to hoist you up,
your grave unmarked, your soul untried.
I cannot even look at you
before the garbage bag -
or let your toes grow nails, or kiss away a bruise.
Instead, I let the Mother of All Fears devour you.
I plot your death. I cut my arms.
I fill the shell with sand to stop the scream.
Blow down the little baby like a paper boat.
Cut the sails before they ever know the wind.
Scalp the womb and scrape the skin,
and pull its tiny arms and legs apart like chicken wings,
or wish upon the bloody thumbs
that you seek mercy from
but don’t tell anyone
you’d rather that
they would have done
the same
to you.
- Hillary Frasier Hays
T’was last night when Helen ran in weeping-
‘’ when will the savior be sent again?
Or be we been abandoned to our follies?’’
‘’ma’am,’’said I to weeper, ‘’the church and governments,
Have brought abortion into legitimacy.
‘’So, ‘’ I heaved to hearer, ‘’what don’t we say
God is not forgetful as unmerciful as you think. ‘’
‘’ Look at Greg’s daughter,’’ implored fearer to listener,
‘’Poor sweet Greg, who won’t hurt a fly,
Why such fate bestowed on him. And what about abortion?
What has it got in this?’’
‘’There are many prospects, ‘’ said helper to sister,
‘’what if Christ passed though this fate, abortion?
Aborted by an oblivious Mary in the making.
‘’God could have sent him the second time
But this century is more alien from the past.
Never should we blame God for our fate. ‘’
I see strange fruits on familiar trees
and fresh fishes in stagnant seas.
I see sparrows growing in the garden...
and flowers flying in skies with heavy burden.
Echoes of reality resound with uncertainty...
Silence screams from depth of serenity...
Beauty basks in the womb of death...
Who will rescue a generation aborted after birth?
Looking at them carefully
Makes me grow sea sick
but I try to calm my soul
and spirit with songs and hymns
Of Love and Freedom gone.
The cold streets of the city
And the arising fears I see
In the faces of my people
Cannot but dispel those of mine.
Where are the sweet tales told
Down to us from father to son ?
Where are the woods gathered
To withstand the cold weather
To make it depart for warmth and sun ?
I hope this is enough for division
I hope this is enough for admonition
Looking at them looking at me now
Makes me aimlessly wander and smile
What I continue to keep in my heart
They did forget and they only
come and go and wonder none.
Chokri Omri
We are a generation aborted after birth
though the elders tells us that
we are the custodian of a brighter tomorrow,
that is false, the truth is,
we met our future in the hands of politians.
Money
is more valuable than
life
never will we believe that
we are a generation aborted after birth!
- Adeleke Adeite