The 70's brought a wake-up call, embracing some needed change.
Some women with unwanted pregnancies were self-mutilating, so insane.
It seems we are now regressing like a patient who's demented.
Why would a women's right to choose now be legally circumvented?
Too many women lost their lives in a blood bath so obscene.
Botched coat hanger abortions and
other unsafe means.
Do you hear their voices?
Can you count their screams?
We have learned nothing, or so it seems.
Too many women's lives ended tragically.
Where are their death statistics?
Are we too blind to see?
God help a nation that forgets it's own history.
linking Sydney and her suburbs
one of the largest steel arch bridges in the world
nicknamed the coat hanger
imperative for many bikes and cars
Other day
Saw bare Coat hanger
Just after Coat was taken off
At first sight
hanger seemed cast in a maze
Looked empty, incomplete, lonely.
But, after few moments into gaze
hanger appeared radiant and shiny.
The polished frame, artistic arch
disposition clutterfree, neat and tidy
manicured stand with welcome stance
appeared ready to embrace new coat.
Empty hanger
whipped up my thoughts
churned out a creamy metaphor
Thoughts raced
Isn't our Soul akin to a hanger
and Body akin to Coat placed on it
Body-Coat eclipsing Hanger-Soul
The Coats keep changing
Hanger remaining constant
Beautiful looking Body-Coats
of anger, greed, hatred and lust
obscuring divine beauty of Hanger-Soul
Take off the Coats, relieve the Hanger
Body-Coat is burden, dust off illusion
Embrace Hanger-Soul, it's real freedom
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© Hitendra Mehta
The GOP and NRA
Invite you all to come and play
For their wire hanger
Will vent the anger
For those who come another day!
(edited for spelling typo)
I feel you burrowed down so deeply deep
I can't define that place where you reside.
You nag at me and keep me from my sleep.
I turn to left; then to the other side.
Oh, why have you returned? I thought you'd gone.
And yet . . . I think I'd vaguely felt you there -
a dark, plumed entity that lingers on
to taunt and tickle me from hidden lair.
Sensation I can't quell and I can't see -
sometimes I hack so hard I have the fear
I'll never flee what lives inside of me,
nor will you leave; too well you like it here.
Unwittingly you've been my muse tonight.
You kept me up and gave me cause to write!
Aug. 20, 2020 for Brian's Contest
I can recall two occasions when I should have rightfully died,
and regarding both of those events, it was an animal who saved my life.
One of them may still currently be alive,
but the other who saved me paid with her life.
Maybe I'll share with all of you their stories sometime.
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
limerick
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
Snowy was asked to bring a banger
Snowy was needy
So he was greedy
And all hell let loose with a clangour
Holes in both shirt and shorts
Another man of fancy sorts
Not like any other hanger
Gesturing with his left finger
Enemies recoiling in fear
Realizing their end is near.
By: Sami LaRose
Spinning spinning
Am I winning
Or are the thoughts?
They're taking over
My brain, driving me insane
To the edge to the edge I say!
I go to the edge of Kings Park insane asylum I jump off;
I wish I was dead
One side says jump
One side says "fall"
One side says not to do anything at all
But what can I do
When all I think about is you?
My brain is always spinning with the thoughts of you inside my head
Sometimes I just wish I was dead
It make it much easier to get to you out of my head
But I know all hope is not lost and I am no longer stranded in the dark
I know that I must let you go
Close the curtains to the show;
But it feels so lost without you here
I feel as if I will never get out of this place; I call fear
Life without you isn't always great
It made me cold and isolated
I am always wishing you were here, to help me get rid of the fear
But I know reality too well, and I also know this place it is called hell
I live here, without you now.
Hopefully I will not end up, six feet underground.