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Lord Eternal God
Abortion is the result of contraception
If I abort this child, You said
That “The babies are safe in heaven
You want us to have a chance to go
Finish school
Chance to take care of what needs to be done
Choice whether or not we want to keep this baby
You gave us a choice to continue or not aborting this child
I (we) ask for Your guidance for whatever will happen to me (her)
I return this child to You because I am not (we are not) ready to have a very big responsibility for the rest of my life (our lives)
Please give me (us) perseverance in determining what I (we) need to do, In Father Christ name
I (we) thank You for Your forgiveness
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 6282018
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
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
The effort to turn back the clock,
Has gained some momentum recently.
Where those in judgement, decided against
Women, and their reproductive rights, indecently.
Now some may think that's enough . . . but nooo,
There is much more for the high court to review.
With a stated desire to look at same-sex marriage,
Even contraception, for a Christian nation to renew.
I'm afraid that this nation under God, is
Awfully fundamental to the rest of society.
While the church beckons its beliefs,
Harvesting all sorts of animus towards piety.
This cult-like orthodoxy has become twisted,
To the secular mainstream that's seen today.
Yet this minority has succeeded against a
Majority, leaving me to ask, What does that say?
Because this nation, under God, must include
Whatever God those choose to believe.
Since without that, God is diminished, and
Where freedom and tolerance are left to the naive.
the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous
nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk
guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones
all as duty
and none as before
once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
#civilrightslaws
"Unfit mother."
"You have too many kids."
"Just grow up and be a mum."
"I wouldn't want you
to be my mum."
"How can I expect you
to love me?
You can't even love
your own daughter."
Identity.
Identity.
Identity.
"So you're the one
being irresponsible—
not using contraception."
"You don't deserve
to be a mother."
"Mum, Dad—
I'm pregnant."
"You're joking."
"Mum—
I'm so happy."
"I've always wanted
seven children."
"Well, now you have
to raise them."
You tried
to break me down
with your words—
dismantle me,
fit me into
a neat little package
so I would be
easier to understand.
So I would be
more like you.
More quiet.
More sensible.
More acceptable.
More…
But you never stopped
to ask me why.
Why did I want
to be a mother
so badly?
Why was it
my dream?
Why did having seven
make me so happy?
You never took
the time
to sit with me
and ask
why.
Instead
you looked
and criticised.
And my identity
fell to pieces.
From
Mother:
Kind.
Sweet.
Gentle.
Patient.
To
Overwhelmed.
Hurt.
Frustrated.
Angry.
Broken.
Identity shattered.
So…
You win.
I have no strength left.
No confidence left.
I'm no good at this.
I failed.
You were right.
I should never have
been a mum.
Identity.
Identity.
Identity.
I'll go away now
like you asked.
But please be careful
what you say
to the next mum.
She just wants
one thing:
to raise her children
in love and peace.
Western natons lead, womens emancipation duration
Contraception..Anti-creation wealthier relating makimg
Less, so lower fabrication false elation.' House prices
Prized possesions ownership rising 70s 80s 90s got
Into the naugtys, now deflation a dragging serration fraying
Politicans are braying, demographors are playing trying to
Be God, I see its also playing; many billions still dying.'
Starvation intesifiying as with insects as susteance some are vying?
Farm land left lying; fallow..what are they just before us lie-ing?
Italy Japan France Britian Germany Ukraine depopulation decrying
I see, so where is the growth? Is it stable other countries
Can they boast? at the very most ? Is gaslighting? And ghosting? are
Its proponents false hosting ? Claims at odds I would see in the
Glare of reality.'
Never bake them in an oven
That would be wrong
Making babies should never be a mistake
Rub two sticks together in a rainforest
Use a flashlight under the cover of night
If you get lost use matches not rocks
Babies hate rocks and friction
They prefer hugs and kisses
Don’t expect to discover them under cabbage leaves
If you find them dancing with leprechauns stop!
Take a picture and develop it in the womb
It is advised to use parents in making babies
Have them face in the same direction for best results
If you must use a parachute open it. Pull the cord
If you want babies to work get them visas
Give birth first. Cut the umbilical cord
And feed them soft foods. Avoid bazookas
Avoid contraception and asteroids from space
Hospitals are safer for the newborn
Babies come out easy on their own
The ones from Madagascar grow wild
Rumor has it they come from rubber trees
Some are on sale wrapped in plastic
Found in isle four at the supermarket
Because there is a clean up in isle sex….six
You cannot always believe what you read
Some say they come from factories in China
From under tables in Indonesia
From tanks in Afghanistan loaded with ammo
It is easier to make babies at home when you can
Behind closed doors and loud noises
We understand Madagascar has a sale on rubber walls
Which sounds delightful to install and to have more fun
And to protect the other children from sounds
From things they can’t understand
Making a baby is easier than you think
But you should do it before you sleep
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.
Form:
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.
Can you consent at 16 if you can’t handle the heartbreak?
Are you developed to deal with the impact it will make?
when you suffer so much you get lost in the hate,
refusing to accept this is what you helped create
Being dumped means you’re put in a powerless position
and maybe it’s easier to think you always were
but that’s when hindsight can cause a false vision
where you had no choice though consent did occur
And you’re too immature to deal with the fact
you lost the love that you’ll never get back,
stuck living traumatised under attack
and not yet developed to get back on track
Is 16 to young to deal with the worst of it,
maybe at 18 you haven’t the skills for it,
21 might make the law seem irrelevant
making it more about your own development
A 16 year old girl looking for an older man
but when that man’s 30 they call it a scam
one off opportunity or intentional plan
or maybe us men get whatever we can
How can you judge when you don’t get the offer
when it happens to you would you choose to not bother
when you are flattered they want you as a lover
turning it down to be left thinking bugger
if her age at present is above age of consent
then it’s not your place to make a judgement
you say that it’s wrong as you think of her bent
you wouldn’t reject something that heaven has sent
Anger at things that don’t come to you,
looking down on it with a sense of virtue
as if it’s disgusting and not what you do
you’d jump at the chance if it ever came true
when you’re contradicted use contraception
with this opportunity make the exception
feeling as though luck heads in your direction
don’t turn her down she can’t handle rejection