Best Aborting Poems

Supporting killing children 
they will never ever get my vote again 
when you abort a baby 
your aborting God from your life 

Non-christian parties
now they...

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Lord, why is it that when we see articles about aborting your babies,
we move on to something else ... and even sometimes get angry? 
Why...

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I have seen a rainbow
in a small drop of dew
and a flight to freedom
in an abandoned shoe
and in a beggar's face
I have, O God, seen...

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A song by the Allman Brothers, titled Melissa, I was, hearing Sweet Mellisa over and over, while writing this.
 The Story begins as a teenaged...

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The sun was shining, smiling towards mother earth;children happily playing
While through the world mothers were giving birth

Love birds singing in the bright blue sky; husbands...

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Eternal God
I thank you for understanding the difficulties I will face if I give birth to this baby
Our lives will have daily hardship if I...

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My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I...

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Illuminated. 

Aeonian flare.

Pandering to earthborn stares.

Forever there. 

Through magic, death and secret fires.

Night guide to the labyrinth. 

Chased off by sunrise.

Aborting murky dreams in lunar...

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Some pretty brown birds nesting on a tree
Prank frequently at my other room balcony
Apparently, they were once the main culprits
Of messing it up, bringing a...

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I sail unaware 
into
 
the ocean currents 
of her life:

and 
smitten, I 
desire to ride 

them with her.

Somewhere 
along
 
the ocean 
ways, a 

seed of...

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Must our eyes even when we blind see
I closed my eyes but   Zipporah D ‘Ead was aborting the Evil
Zipporah says Kevin Daddy closed...

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I have a hardbound copy of
"The City of Hartford 1784-1984"
although most of this coffee table story
of unfortunate events
takes place between 1850 and 1950s,
before and after...

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It seemed to me,
when I was eight,
U.S. Christian disciples and teachers
had been given so much grace

And had fundamentally boiled it down
to settling for such small...

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You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
     nerves    conditioned to the tune
    ...

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As a child, I wished 
I could refill 
Sky-blue plates 
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought...

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