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The Eightieth Trimester, Part Iii

Hux was more than a bit surprised,
but heard the weight deep in her voice,
knowing that coming here today
could not have been an easy choice.

That she would dare to question so
left him quite deeply impressed,
slow progress, but progress the same,
he could do nothing but say “yes.”

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Vagaries of Life

Biological copulation draws Easter egg, 
fecund gooey glommed gametes 
heralding zygote 
(adroit bitcoin currency) 
describing extemporaneous fusion 
generate hormonal influx 
juices kickstarting life manifold   
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts 
rudimentary secrete tapestry 
until vicar wizard yields 
zealous adorable biological concatenation, 
derivative extrapolated filigreed 
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft 
nascent occurrence 
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester, 
umbilical venerated womb  
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid, 
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings, 
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap, 
uterus vibrantly welded
*          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada, 
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment 
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero), 
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor 
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks 
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances 
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along 
space/time continuum trajectory 
which adversity only serves to net greater strength 
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap 
encoded upon conception.

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Sorrow

See my heart stopped today and I felt it drop to my stomach,
where 2 babies lay, Except now there 1 wasn't.
I went to the doctor today and they showed me a screen, 
Of an empty pit in my stomach where my baby had been. 
I was having twins just 2 weeks ago and Baby A was just fine,
While Baby B had a low heart rate and needed some time.. 
I Still have my daughter and I still have a baby inside.
That doesn't stop the hurt that a part of me has died.
She lit up the screen and showed me two sacs,
One with a heart beat and the other.. Just black...
I shook my head and I cried and cursed feeling broken,
I knew the odds but still I was hoping....
I have no words to comfort my sorrows,
I know that nothing will change come the sun rise tomorrow. 
"High Risk"
That's what the nice doctor told me in person,
Until after the first trimester where the odds weren't certain.
I feel defeated. 
I feel hurt.
I feel angry.
Like somehow being this way, could save a lost baby?
I'm lashing out because I don't know how to make it stop!
I am furious and I'm heart broken,
This rooms too hot. 
My mom held me, That's what mothers do,
She rocked me and reassured me,
Would you believe I'm nearly twenty-two??
I want to write about it, I want to get it off my mind,
i want to be able to grieve without the "Give it time"
I feel ashamed? 
I know that Nothing could have prevented this, 
I know sometimes "it's just not meant to be"
Right now, I'm upset, and i know it didn't just effect me, 
I'm trying to see your side of this but right now i just can't do it,
I can't see past my selfish thoughts or who's body is going through it.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I need time alone...
Theres a hole in the pit of my stomach,
As hard as I'm trying, I can't rise above it.
I'm sorry... My love...

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While I was an exchange student I questioned a monk from Italy about the predictions of Notradomus. He frustratedly sent me to a chapel that sent me to a small college that had a course that featured "Earth Wind and Hail" a course on natural predictions, comets, stars being born, there was even a class on contellation reform, what to do if a star- out of a contellation, fell or burned out. Answer being that one- you can try to replace it, two- try to regain it, three-move it back to its place, four- carry on without it, five- destroy entire constellation.
Anways the third trimester of Space Threory I questioned a guest on the specifics behind one set of predictions. I was told that the only set of predictions that he claimed were not predictions were about the years 2012- 2015. A friend of his had published an article in a news paper that claimed Sir Notradamius was a fraud and that he based his predictions on fairy rythms and fabels. The example that he based his facts on was an old Chinese tale about a boy from Japan my best memory of the tale was as follows.

A boy about the age of ten decided that he wanted to take a local medicine to the Great King whom was sick with what is decribed as the flu. This king is decribed to as one who was kind to his people and decided many foriegn treaties. This king was not a Great Royal King but he served his charities well. He was know as leading his armies in great wealth. The moving armies followed on going wars and since they stayed behind all of the action they picked up hurt and widowed people fed them made them well and treated them humainly so the captives were happy to be with the army. The king was accused of slavery of people that the wars were over of, when the king ordered the people to leave they begged to be able to remain with the king so loudly that the Earth shook of it.
The boy is decribed as walking a street to where there are stairs the name of the ancient city means stairway of the gaurdians. They believe the land inside of the city was blessed and the stairs were an protective barrier holding the gold bars in. Whatever that means. The boy went down the stairs and got on a boat. Went on a day long boat ride with a goul that was black wearing a hooded cloak and pushed the boat with a stick. They rode the river to Africa

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First Trimester

First Trimester


It always begins 
like indigestion,
slowly at first, 
then full bore.
Either way,
I need relief.

But no antacid 
can abort a poem
so I have to stop 
and take dictation. 

I’m no Matthew, Mark 
Luke or John.
They wrote the Gospels 
by Divine Inspiration.
I’m on my own. And so
when words cascade

I grab my quill.
I have no choice.
I have to stop
and take dictation. 


Donal Mahoney

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It's What We Hoped For

It’s What We Hoped For!

By Elton Camp

“At last it’s happened,” Candice gushed
She handed the test results to Robert
Her joyous smile was matched by his
The couple embraced and kissed

“So, daddy, what do you think about that?”
“It’s the best news ever,” he responded
The time would be a bit over six months
Doctor Royce had explained with a grin

“You lives will never be the same again,
But of course you won’t be minding that.
The next visit, we’ll take a sonogram.
Decide if you want to know girl or boy.”

“We’ll start fixing the nursery next week,
Look at cribs and for a rattle,” Robert said
“Let’s pick out a good name for him.”
“Or her,” Candice gently reminded

However, none of those things were to be
Candice awoke to a terrifying sensation 
“Robert, help me,” she moaned with fear
“Please take me to the hospital quickly!”

“This is usually due to a serious defect.”
The doctor described the first trimester
“All the organs and system are formed.
It’d have been far worse if the fetus lived.”

Words meant as comfort added to anguish
“What’s wrong with us,” the couple asked
The doctor shook his head and stood to leave
“You’re young, try again,” he whispered

(Based on an event from decades ago.)

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Cancer Took My Aunt

As a small tumor it started,
During her second trimester of labour,
Ooh! my poor uneducated aunt,
She thought it was just a harmless abscess,
Easy to drain once it ripens. 

Days and weeks fast passed,
The 'abscess' remained intact,
But she didn't think much, 
Thinking it just needed more time,
And it will ripen at last.

Then her child came,
So cute, Zakia was her name,
An angel she thought she'd watch as it grows,
But one thing she failed to notice,
The tumor on her abdomen had grown alot.

The tumor had persisted,
So she resort for medical assistance.
The doctor examined her, 
And a solemn expression carved his face,
Before dropping the news, "Am afraid you have cancer."

But my aunt didn't flinch,
She thought Cancer was like malaria,
That it will go away with medication.
"It's okay if you're out of drugs," she said.
"Just tell me and I'll buy over the counter."

Days passed and the disease advanced,
Her mother afraid of her daughter to lose,
Started seeking help from traditional healers,
And searched for divine healing from religious leaders,
"My daughter is being bewitched,"  so she thought.

Then my dad came in the situation to save,
Took her for a medical professional to face,
But the doctor told him with an expressionless face,
"Am sorry it's already too late,
The situation cannot be saved." 

I remember the last time I visited her,
How she thanked me for checking on her for the last time,
The despair in her eyes after realizing she'd die.
How she forced a smile despite being in great pain.
My beloved aunt, my heart aches whenever I think of her last moments.

Cancer snatched away my lovely aunt,
Food was leaking from her raptured illeum,
A very painful death she died,
With tears streaming down her eyes,
For the two months old child she was leaving behind.

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Frostbitten

Pungent fresh pine scented breezes
Slither between boughs of cedar
Leaving frigid kisses to ride
Fragrant laurel chilled by winter

Slivers of January light
Bounce off the rich damp forest floor
Brittle stems of wild azalea
Wait pregnant one trimester more

Armies of crisp brown leaves parade
Over crystallized chartreuse moss
Where tendrils of life hold on fast
So the highland suffers no loss

Icicle slopes of emery
Weeping frozen stalactite tears
Remember the summer soul mates
Still passionate despite their years

Somewhere lost in cold reverie
She waits for the lovers’ return
A mountain cloaked in loneliness
Decomposes when left to yearn

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Billy and Mary-Contest

Billy and Mary had the most beautiful love
story.
It was like something you read in a book or 
seen in a movie.
They were next-door neighbors and best 
friends.
Each milestone in life was made with each 
other.
They knew each other all of their lives and 
they both were the only child.
Billy and Mary attended the same elementary, 
middle and high school.
The town that they  grew up in was small and 
everyone knew each other.
She was the head cheerleader, and he was the 
captain of the football team at the local high 
school.
They were voted King and Queen for three years 
in a row.
By senior year they were inseparable and madly 
in love.
After graduation, they went to the same college.
Billy got a scholarship to play football, and Mary 
got into the nursing program.
Billy was headed to NFL until he broke his shoulder 
in two places.
On that day, his dream of playing pro shattered.
So he took courses to become a coach, If he wasn't 
able to play football anymore, he was determined to 
invest in a young player that had his former dreams.
Mary finished nursing school, and they married the 
following year.
They wanted to have a family, but it didn't come easy.
The couple had three miscarriages within the first 
few years of marriage.
When they found out, they were pregnant the fourth 
time, she had to go on bed rest.
They were elated when was in her third trimester.
But when she was seven months, she experienced 
unbearable cramps.
Billy rushed her to the hospital and she was told that 
she had to deliver the baby.
She was scared for herself and her child;Larry held and 
comforted her while she was in active labor, it was touch 
and go.
Then suddenly her vital signs started to falter; and she 
started hemorrhaging.
They told Billy to leave; he was in shock;The team of 
doctors did all they could to save her; She didn't make 
it, and neither did her child. It left poor Billy, a widower 
and childless at the tender age of twenty-three.








Contest:Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha 
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
02/05/2021

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Best Trimester Poems

The Eightieth Trimester, Part Iii

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I Found Him

A Season of Indigence

Time

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Vagaries of Life

My Wife Supernova

Sorrow

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First Trimester

It's What We Hoped For

Cancer Took My Aunt

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