Best Contraception Poems
Blissfully ignorant and supine,
Lost in the economy line,
voters don’t have a clue
that liberty is through.
Apathy dictates all else is fine.
People keep telling me how foolish I am,
but frankly I don’t give a dam.
I’m going to tell you what I see.
You don’t have to agree with me.
In hatred’s name Moslems prayed at the mosque,
boarded planes and three thousand we lost,
Soon we elected a Moslem president,
his books words and actions self evident.
To prove he was islam’s extremist hero,
He allowed a triumphant mosque at ground zero,
Freedom of religion is what they subtly called it,
by a government that continues to overhaul it.
The American people look on as if still numb,
singing his praises as if deaf and dumb,
while a pseudo democratic uncle Sam,
in a forced health care plan,
continues to turn out liberty’s lights
by destroying other religion’s rights.
Thus the American people’s democracy,
is morphed into a dictatorial hypocrisy.
While blindsided by a frantic economy,
we apathetically lose our autonomy.
Allowed by deaf and blind voters in a loud voice,
Fooled by not freedom but license they call choice,
sly appointment of people who fulfill the plan,
A long range one by the “new” Uncle Sam.
a champion of abortion, killing future contenders
him and Herod; another of the great pretenders.
“Enlightened Americans have one point two children per family,
because of abortion, birth control and contraception
Moslems have seven; which is the anomaly?
We Americans treat babies as an infection.
Laugh if you wish; I’m just exposing the path,
You “enlightened” Americans: you do the math.
People explosion,
Over population,
Dark on the sun,
How big is too big?
Is it too many figs?
What's your solution
to people explosion?
They bring pollutions,
Over population,
Dark on the sun,
Maybe free contraception,
Some new invention?
Chemical free solutions
to people explosion,
Over population,
Dark on the sun.
excited and in a daze, just in case
I have to make sure I don't misplace
my aspirin for tonight
I'll be with my knight
in shining armor in his embrace
suspend an aspirin between the knees and use that as contraception!" It was a "joke" in the 1960s.
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A promiscuous lady named Jill
Thought it prudent to go on the pill
She saw her G.P
He said ‘oh dear me’ -
You should have used a condom with Will!
Jill politely asked him what he meant
Contraception was her real intent
The pill’s too late I fear
For you’re pregnant my dear -
It looks like it’s an unplanned event
21ST April 2016
I sat and read a book today,
A horror book with terror and fear.
“Don’t lie with a male as with a female” it said,
You’re an abomination if you are a *****.
Then “Dash the little ones up against a rock”,
Saying killing kids was noble and right.
And it told slaves to “Accept the terms of their master”,
Even if he just wants to fight.
Further in, it said, in clear easy print,
“No woman will have authority over man”.
She shall not be able to teach him either,
She might not have the attention span.
Then the main character had a temper tantrum,
With a barren fig tree, it was just out of season.
He killed it, turned it to dead wood there and then,
I thought this guy was meant to show reason.
This book I read hated on heaps of people,
Oodles of things we take for granted every day.
Contraception, trans-gender, evolution and science,
Especially folks who’re openly gay.
How this horror book got past the censors astounds,
It’s a tragedy where death’s glorified.
Like a Jedi that got resurrected after dying,
The main character returned after being crucified.
Oh lust
How does it come?
How does it wax?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the first stain of pubertal menstruation
Or like the rapid squirt of hormonal secretion?
Oh lust
How does it keep?
How does it glow?
Like a candle
Or like magma;
Like the sun
Or like the moon;
Like the secure knowledge of contraception
Or like the private pleasure of masturbation?
Oh lust
How does it go?
How does it wane?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the guilty pang of infatuation
Or like the flaccid flop of a lost ********?
Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh
Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots, body odour -
"it's always the girl's fault - she led him on!-
Button-down collars, civil Rights Marches,
Suspender belts old fashioned, false eye-lashes black -
Excitment, tights, "parents afraid of the new".
Stilletto heels crucifying, Rosary beads grumbling -
"Oh Sacred Heart of Jesus I place all my trust in thee"
Hamburgers, Fleetwood Mac, Anoraks - guilty! remember
Archbishop McQuaid! Bishop Lucey bullying Father Good!
"Wimpey Take-away" - meet a fella - womans lib!
Vietnam War, Albert Hall and Wilson Pickett.
"Would you kiss a boy on the first date?
Drip dry nylon, Dickie Rock gyrating
"Plastics are the future” the graduate said.
"Would you take the pill?"
Tayto crisps - "cheese and onion" munching in the dark.
Che Guevara, Mao Tse Tung and that little red book
In an empire line dress.
Church domination, contraception and major cigarettes
"Back-combing" Vesta Curries and a packet of smash
Maxi, mini, midi-dresses - pan-stick
Mary Quant, Twiggy and the Film Society party.
Flirting innocently, terrified hope - guilt ridden thoughts.
Surges of males, females standing
Eyes scanning, high pitched laughing
"Would you like to dance?"
Free love, flower power, heart thumping
Expensive shoes, a relic of St. Imelda and a chain-store dress -
"She will only get married” Miss Brigid Hayes said!
Afraid of the future, afraid of corruption
Brain exploding - ALL MIXED UP -
You had access to all the world’s resources,
Over nature, you had sway;
With newly acquired prosperity,
You had your own way;
Of green forests – industrial land acquisition;
Of all good sense – contraception,
Upon us, you have brought the apocalypse!
You rode gas guzzling cars,
Burned oil barrel after barrel;
Didn’t care about the deadly smoke,
For us you have slowly created hell,
Unbridled explosion of population,
Unhinged destruction of God’s creation;
Soon we’ll be engulfed by an eternal solar eclipse!
You were more interested in bombs and guns,
Instead of educating your daughters and sons,
The earth turned into a battered wreck,
Not a single thought for our sake!
Our time seems to be running out,
Your reckless actions have filled us with doubt,
If you had preserved the environment,
You could have prevented our torment!
You created a corrupt and broken system,
Where status matters more than happiness,
Where perception determines our lives,
Where careers are limited by your narrow mindedness!
Air filled with cancerous smoke,
Oceans choked by unprocessed plastic,
Drug abuse plaguing society,
Education that kills, so bloody caustic!
You have hung us out to bleed,
On the barbed wire in your dried and shriveled lawn,
You deeds shall forever be resented,
Long after you’re dead and gone!
Climate change and exhausted resources,
Will end us soon, we are not surprised;
The last suffers of human stupidity,
A generation euthanized!
Mischief
M My soulmate is a miracle woman
I In Conception and in contraception
S She’s born three children one on the coil
C Condom leakage on another and
H Her first born on the oral pill
I In terms of luck that takes some beating
E Entirely normal just hormones on overdrive
F Failure at first then a blessing in disguise
F For my own natural fatherhood after
E Endless trying my ex got injections
I In reward my eldest daughter
H Her next ‘litter’ triplets from the womb
C Careless maybe another son despite the
S Sheer odds to conceive without help
I In science we may trust one way or other
M My explanation though comes through
The UNIVERSE
as HIGHER POWERS
H Heaven at Christmas though plenty of gift wrap P
I Images of congestion when all need the loo O
G Girls have more problems but we manage somehow W
H Harvest of children and kid’s crop divine E
E Enter the mischief they can all produce ever after R
R Roguish cohabitation frolicsome happiness S
02nd October 2018
Actually ‘written’ between 1992 and 2004 as this is a true story
This is my adaptation of the acrostic poetry form.
Four Stanzas:
traditional acrostic
reverse acrostic
intermezzo (subtitle)
front and end acrostic
the acrostic stanzas with double letter emphasis
I was born into violence.
In a village by the sea.
Six siblings and me.
Shotgun wedding.
No contraception.
God forgive them.
Scenes were witnessed
by little children.
Innocent bystanders.
Clumps of hair,
smashed dish.
Bruised fist.
All in the past.
Both now dead.
Tears shed.
Seven are strong,
all get along.
Shared history.
Six with children
of their own.
Different homes.
How so much love
grew from hate.
We celebrate.
Hope Mum and Dad
are happy in heaven.
Long been forgiven.
Born into poverty
Instead of heraldry
Disappointment struck me glum
Square peg in a round hole
Ends up on the dole*
Got no money and I want some
My nights of abandon
Were strictly rationed
Contraception isn't cheap
Then into these drab nights
No warmth and no lights
Fed up of counting sheep
You came and you stained
the sheets and the bed frame
Your self indulgence left me sore
You left me white
and a terrible sight
But still I craved for more
But if I had money
You'd stick with me honey
You wouldn't leave me in this mess
But I'm just a pauper
Can't support a daughter
(Finances) stretch to a budgie at best
Well she cut her hair
and dated a millionaire
Splashing cash has such allure
But, he beats her senseless
Then buys her a new dress
She's not happy, but she's 'secure'
He has and I have not
I want what he's got
The irony is - I had it once
He went to Cambridge and Eton
He's got me down and beaten
He's left me feeling such a dunce
The moral then sonny
Is those who have money
Will always get the best of both worlds
So if your not rich
Then life's a b***h
So go find yourself a rich girl
*old fashioned term for social security payments in the UK.
[This is actually a song rather than a poem, which I wrote almost 30 years ago - when I was full of angst and acne! Can't find or remember the music I wrote for it though - shame]
I have written of love and romance someone
passed a comment about being careful of
false idols. This left burning questions within
the mind and heart. Golden crucifixes, ornate
statues, papal rings to be kissed are not these
false idols, paintings adorn the walls, robes of
elegance are worn for what purpose. Even the
so called father of the church held in the respect
of being no mortal man, to which he surely is.
Why are woman forbidden to preach the word
of the lord when in the past so many have and
been sainted for it, it is not man's given right
to put himself above all others. This church
keeper of the ten commandments, throughout
histories pages has broken everyone of them,
persecution, torture, war, all heralded under
Gods name by the church. Secrecy within the
regime, the closed ranks of some papal inner
cell, what lurks, celibacy such an unnatural
form of life and living, how can a celibate
man preach to me on the everyday ups and
downs of married life when he has no real
experience. Where is the compassion and
humility in this church, the Lord gave words
to alleviate suffering, the churches laws on
contraception compound the misery of the
third world masses, with AIDS and over
population. It seems to me that through the
ages the church has lost it way, remember Jesus
died on a wooden cross for all mankind, all.
Please do not think of me has an unbeliever
for you would be so wrong, I live and love
the path of the Carpenters son, I still love his
word and his word was love.
Hi there new born baby, welcome to your life,
Off to work tomorrow, mother’s got no choice,
Your at the teats, sister’s slung around her back,
Ten hours in the field, gathering god knows what,
She’s pregnant again, another one’s in the pot.
Oh I forgot to mention, this is the Third world,
Don’t get too comfortable, for time quickly unfurls,
Nine more months, your turn, on mums bony spine,
Dad’s missing, buried alive in a government mine,
Troops rounded up our men, like goats and wild swine.
Yeah sure is tough! gone beyond the point of caring,
At least you have a hut, three orphan families sharing,
Just get on with life, what our indifferent elders say,
Next week compulsory overtime, with no extra pay,
Animals have it better, for in the shade they lay.
Billions on this earth, living hand to mouth,
So what’s the problem, plenty to go about,
All our excess wasted, casually dumped back out,
Its human nature, we want more than the rest,
Yes! some give to charity, never sorts out the mess.
“There go I, but for the grace of God” What!
Conscientious absolution, does not mean a jot,
Actual interpretation “Rather You Than Me,”
Better to say nothing at all, sanctimonious piety.
Population explosion, has them on the brink,
Free contraception, go a long way I think,
Education for all, definitely the missing link,
Without abject poverty, can be no mega-wealth,
Worked socks off for mine, (Hundred Billion To Myself,)
Baby’s mother toils harder, instinctively killing herself.
All together now!
#Oh what a beautiful morning,
Wake up smell the coffee beans today,
She picked them, spine’s lost all feeling,
Everything’s going my way.#
It’s a mess, goddamn mess,
Dirty filthy mess!
It’s a lie, Goddamn lie,
Dirty filthy lie!
Your not real,
This is vile,
In denial!
Don’t exist,
Stop crying,
Keep lying!
Just
Die
Baby
Boy!.
By
David kavanagh.
Pendulous abdomen.
The term used for
those women who
bear multiple children.
Too many, too soon.
No time for tummy
to reconcile, recoil.
Back into shape.
And so it swings.
Often times limbs are
visable under skin.
Tight like a drum.
Irish Mum.
No contraception
allowed. Poor thing.
Must let it swing.
Pendulous abdomen.
Never do I sit in thought, of why my life's a mess,
You have no life dear masters, that's something I must profess.
I'm never stuck for what to wear, I have one and only coat,
No jeans, no sweater or dresses, not even a little tote.
Never do I need direction, in education or career,
I sit around by the fireplace, with my floppy ears.
Contraception is never a necessity when I ‘hook up’ with a mate,
There’s no tortured analysis of last night’s disastrous date.
Though life's not always roses, danger, dog-pound, strife,
I'll consider myself lucky to cross the road with my life.
I might get a little frisky, produce puppies here and there,
But the vet's knife will stop my fun - Don't think that's very fair!
If I ever bite or nip you, I won't exactly be your favourite pet,
I could be going for an eternal sleep, back to that fun-stopping vet.
So do I really have 'The Dog's Life?' I'll leave it for you to decide,
Luxury or Jeopardy? Would you like my life? Or would Woe betide?