Long Pregnancy Poems
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Nature and nurture clash inside her restless mind,
Unarguably adrift, a vessel lost in time.
Her head cradled in clouds, soft as whispered lies,
Unrelenting storms brew behind distracted eyes.
Bereft of understanding, incorrigible flame,
She burns through warnings, reckless, without shame.
A fragile adolescent tangled in revolt,
Pregnant with tomorrow’s pain, a story left untold.
Anguish coils like smoke, shading tears in the rain,
Sorrow seeps through cracks, a slow, unyielding stain.
Foreboding hangs like thunder, heavy on the heart,
Each choice a fracture, tearing worlds apart.
Distrusting hands reach out, but she slips through their grasp,
Unreliable, disappointing — the echoes of a gasp.
The fire she set consumes the fragile walls of trust,
Selfish flames licking, turning hope to dust.
In reckless abandon, she shatters fragile peace,
Without regard for the pain, the ache that will never cease.
Peer pressure, abortions carved in shadow’s deep,
A delinquent’s path where sorrow never sleeps.
Her wrong is a sorrow thick with unspoken blame,
A weight that bends the sky, drowning out the flame.
And yet, beneath the storm, the heavy, trembling night,
A young soul fights the darkness — lost, but holding tight.
(Papi Chulo)
Genaro, son of a pilgrim
Is masturbating next to the sink
Which he calls the "Baptismal Font"
With the urge to ejaculate
Listening to Lorna's song:
"Daddy Hottie... I'll Bring You Mmmm."
He's turned on the water tap
Trying to wash.
His girlfriend Pancracia comes running up, yelling:
-Genaro, where are you?
She's grabbed a broom
To give it to him from the front and the back.
-You have no shame, she tells him
-You don't give me that much.
-I want you to get me pregnant
By milking you dry.
-You don't sing or dance
Like the rapper and reggaeton artist Lorna
Besides, I can barely move through your hairy pussy.
-I'm at your feet, handsome
For whatever you want to do and desire.
Like today, and now, alive or dead as she is
Don't put it in me and get pregnant
I'll shove the broomstick up your ass
And you'll fly through the air
Better than the Salem witches
Shoving lit candles up their s
Flying through the woods.
Genaro rubbed it
Like Aladdin with his lamp
Going for Pancracia
But she couldn't bring it back to life.
She grabbed it with her right hand
Taking it towards Genaro's anus
Wanting to fix it
Trying to deceive him
Genaro exclaiming when he put it in:
-This woman is the devil herself
Because without knowing music or singing
She started imitating Lorna
Grabbing my balls.
Pancracia got pregnant
With an imaginary pregnancy
With the bad luck that she had an abortion
Without Genaro having penetrated her.
Genaro, very angry, told her:
-I'm leaving home.
I'm going to a brothel ¡
To my baby,
If only words could convey
the ebb and flows I face each day.
Weak in strength, as emotions overflow,
Even through the struggle,
It’s a joy to watch you grow.
For you, my dear, I would bear twice the strife,
If it would spare you some trouble in this fickle life.
I want to be a safe place for you to rest,
Where you can always feel loved, happy, and blessed.
But if you can sense my moments of sadness
or physical pains,
I pray you can also feel the love that sustains.
I won’t be perfect, though I'll always try,
And even if every day I cry,
Know there is courage behind my tears,
Faith that surpasses all my fears.
The Lord is with us, our constant guide.
In Him, our trust and hope abide.
Please don’t hold on to my sorrow or temper.
Let it be resilience and grace you remember.
Take the best of me, and make it your own,
I pray above all else, my love for you is always felt and known.
Princess Snowflake
Your about to fulfill your destiny
Said the midwife. You need to take
A break
Your going to have your own family.
Princess Snowflake
In six months you will bring in to this world
Your husband's namesake
Talk about authenticity.
Said the midwife. You need to take
More walks around fairy lake
Plus get ready your baby's nursery.
Princess Snowflake
Right now the stakes
Aren't high but you will have to be relieved of
Duty.
Said the midwife. You need to take
The stress off your husband Prince Drake.
Tell him this pregnancy isn't an urgency until
Your baby is ready to come then you will have
Exclusively a royal celebrity.
Princess Snowflake
Said the midwife you two go celebrate with a
Steak.
Fear not the beast of age,
Now you are mature an adult.
Thou shall hail from thy night cage;
Talking about concerns phobia consult,
For in it, overflows river of blissful wage.
Fear not the twist of tongue,
Or the loyalty of those spying,
To insult the efforts you dreadfully dung,
With no intention than pretty sighing...
Weighing heavily pregnancy so young.
Fear not the twist of chance,
Buried in mysterious harmless prank-
Of once opportunity lost; it lives in trance.
Do you limit yourself to that, be frank?
Resolve bugging other logics to glance!
No revival cream cheese,
Like groundnut oil will ever do.
Neither do faults' wave flees,
To never appear again in the blue.
Fighting back, surely ills been sleaze.
May all sickness mails hang.
Network ye be unavailable!
May your darling gang,
Offers you scope advisable
And get drums loudly bang...
Thou nature's fragrance so sweet,
Submit happiness to his feet
And forever to his grace,
Bring enough fortune embrace...
That gets enemies plans defeat.
Happy birthday!
Age off hell!
Have your say;
State all well,
Out shining MAY.
Amen!
started loving you before I knew you were you
surprise pregnancy but a delight
wanted you to be loved from the beginning
felt close to you from the onset
before you had fingers or toes
before you knew me, I knew you
every kick or punch a reminder
you were here now, a new being
a fresh start, an innocent to protect
you came fast, and you were loved
from the onset, immediately, by all of us
your eyes so beautiful, I could cry over it
when I held you I became a new person
a mommy, your mommy, and I felt beautiful
more beautiful than I had ever felt before
You gave me the world, with your innocent eyes
and your happy laugh, and your keen sense of humor
I never wanted you to grow up. I wanted to keep you small
But you grew and became the best part of me,
you became an inspiration, a well-educated, smart,
exciting piece of me I had never dreamed possible.
And yet here you are, my firstborn, here you are!
Written 5-14-2020
Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The lovely view from my wicker chair
As crows caw spring is here
And wispy clouds parade on blue
Buzzards soar without fear
Scenes so peaceful express
Times filled with much happiness
Winter a diminished thing
Unfulfilled dreams scantiness
The Star Magnolia's buds swell, wait
Open at a later date
Nature knows what to do when
Love comes and brings its fate
Nature could have locked a door tight
Held it closed for awhile
Given change opportunity
Even closed a turnstile
Events opened the pasture gate
Wide was the gap entered
Washed away the lucious pasture
Hard the red ground rendered
Decisions made in the warm spring
Render fat or its lack
Youth should search for the hightest goals
Winter's cold then won't smack
Many roads or pathways exposed
Once taken closes doors
Another opens for one's good
If evil path ignores
Written: January 17, 2017
Contest: How Long Can Poems Go?
Sponsor: Jamie Pan
Just a little life review out on the porch..Each time a person chooses a door in their life that door is partially to completely closed behind them but other doors open on down the road..Like if one wants a college education but decides to get married right out of high school then there is a pregnancy, etc..That door to college might be closed forever but then it is possible that it could open again in the future..A person can accomplish much if they set their mind to doing something special with their life..
I write upon our history, pen smeared in blood
Human legacy, wars enduring shame
Brushed aside indelible ink
Readily forgotten
The pregnancy pain, bonny baby took away
Scar tissue, for the time being hidden
Behind basic instinct, survival is driven
Truth brings denial, all set for replay
Hollowed out, our core is rotten
Feigning amnesia stinks
Unholy absolution, washes away blame
Absence of conscience, shrugging off wet mud
Erosion of remorse, tames great biblical floods
Waters have receded, but stains remain
Edges collapse, into the brink
Crumbling apart, sodden
Grasping at fading roots, crucified in loose clay
Divided we forge ahead, unbidden
My Invented Form I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France 28/01/2021
Syllable counted P/S. 12/10/8/6/12/10. per stanza
light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness
float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion
translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer
but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped the fuse box
remember there was a halo but just one single candle
close to the manger to minimize the risk of burning
the crowded inn sheltering hope and weary migrants
displaced marginalized and exhausted from pregnancy
Mary cast a passionate glimpse on her naked offspring
immaculate in her faith and her belief in human love
spreading like a wild fire into shadows of hardship
as the sun of politics and false religion already cast
the image of crucifixion at the cross roads of Jerusalem
and yet she nursed the baby in strong arms and mind
shepherds flocked around radiance of a guardian angel
scented spices took away the foul stench of the barn
cast away in safety of frankincense myrrh and gold
but alchemists already waited to secure a silver shilling
so heavy that it was difficult to turn the temple’s table
fixed upon the burden of dogma false shine and crusades
Joseph reminded doubters of glow and lustre to prevail
Mary took a thread from the loincloth of her baby boy
braided a bit of cotton into wicks and gave them freely
to those who knocked helplessly upon the stable door
the homeless often share more than those who can afford
but only give generous amounts of self-righteousness to
further their mercurial almost satanical inequitable quest
they fear that the little saviour undermined their wealth
some say the story is a historical myth and fabrication
with Christianity a deceiving invention to distract from
monopoly of market trading and the heavy price of shares
and bright light only resides in vaults while safe boxes are
the key to happiness and the miracle of being able to buy
one hundred chandeliers to illuminate opulent housing
but in my own heart I prefer the message of good will
07th December 2020
The Light Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
“This heat clearly
has me beat,'
she said, 'it nearly
knocks me off my feet, and,”
then paused for a rest
long enough I deemed
for what seemed
an eternity
sufficient to warrant at best
a pregnancy
if not paternity test
which put me off my stride
as unable to read
the space between the lines
and in a quandary
not wishing to strain
the body and brain
or neurons scatter
within the grey matter
yet knowing who the boss is
decided to cut my losses
and as discretion
is the better part of valour
to make a confession
I gave up my place plus my seat
picked up the pace
and made a somewhat hasty retreat