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Bowing head she begins, petitioning assistance, pleading earnestly:
“Forgive me lord, these feelings you inspire have long eluded me,
A stranger in your throne of divinity, I am distressed as can be
Regretful of bygones, replete in misery of blight-ridden streets
Where remnants of my foolish deeds lie dismantled and deplete
Near a battered graveyard, where in repose lies my father’s body,
Sorrowed I stood there, stilled as stone, grieving night all alone
Longing for his forgiveness for things I should have said and done
Choosing instead to be wild and undone, not caring for anyone,
In company of clueless friends where covenants of life I misread
Pretending to celebrate happiness in bonfires of souls wretched;
Sitting on this pew now, guided by invisible hand, I feel glow of light
Going back to my youth, recalling your halo on candles of delight
As feeble beats of my unborn child echo solemn words of prayer
Heartened by your revelations, while unconditional love I declare,
In repentance of contrite past, paying homage to a sanguine start
Gratified you blessed my child, donning enlightenment I’ll depart
In atonement you impart, humming your song in my grateful heart.”
And she steps out into the night crooning lullaby to her beloved child,
A single mother pledging to revise pages of fate in epistle of destiny
Promising to unshroud yesteryear’s dawns in tomorrow’s sunshine,
Vowing to guard her unborn from flawed paradigms, vagaries of time
Poised to defy malevolence in sacred pact with benevolence of life.
October 25, 2021
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Invocation
The day I found out about you
I didn't know what to do
I broke down and cried
Because I knew I couldn't have you
I went home that night
more scared then ever
I fell asleep holding onto you
And you made me feel better.
I woke up the next morning
saying good morning to you
I ate a full breakfast
So that you could be full too.
During the weeks
I kept you protected
kept you warm and safe
from the unexpected
As I laid holding my belly,
looking at the moon
I realized my baby,
that I have fallen in love with you
My son, my daughter, my unborn love
You are a gift sent to me and daddy from above
I have learned a love like no other
And that's the love between a child and mother,
Baby, tonight is my last night with you
Tomorrow you will be with someone new
His name is GOD
and he is expecting you
To my unborn child
who I will never get to meet
I hope when you’re in heaven
You will forgive daddy and me.
We wanted to keep you here,
but it wasn't meant to be
So for now until we meet again-I’ll keep you in my dreams
I love you and I'm sorry
08/10/14
There is more to this law than just saving a child’s life.
It’s the governments control of your daughter or wife.
My thoughts on abortion will always be a moot point.
Morality is something only God should anoint.
In an ideal world, our children would be raised right.
There will always be evil that lurks in the night.
There are perverts and rapists, and those who seek power.
We also have the righteous in their Ivory Tower.
Imagine your pregnant wife had a complication tomorrow.
Would you do all that you could, even beg, steal or borrow?
Think of that doctor who just gave you the bad news.
Abortion is against the law, so you must pay your dues.
Your wife and unborn child are now both doomed to die.
There are no exceptions, it’s illegal and that’s why.
Our government shouldn’t dictate, what’s morally right or wrong.
It’s the woman’s choice, and that’s where it should belong!
COPING HEALING SURVIVING MENTAL ILLNESS IN AMERICA IT DIDN'T START OFF THIS WAY GOD KNOWS I DIDN'T ASK FOR I WAS SUFFERING IN SILENCE MASKING DEPRESSIVE DISORDER MASKING PTSD TRIGGERS ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS I WAS SO ASHAMED OF MY DIAGNOSIS SO I SUFFERED BEHING MAROON DRAPES WRITING POETRY KEEPING A JOURNAL BROKEN I WAS BLESSED TO HAVE A NETWORK OF SUPPORT BUT NOTHING COULD QUIET THE HEARTBEATS I CAN STILL HEAR MY FETUS HEARTBEAT WHILE WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS WHO NEEDED ME DEAD ON YES CLAERLY I WAS DEAD THEN FROM 1984 THROUGH 1995 WIRES INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD I BELLY WOULD TREMBLE I CAN STILL FEEL HER HANDS INSTALLING THE WIRES THEY WERE COLD DISTANCE I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND I ASKED HER WERE THEY COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT ANDBTHE FETUS IN THERAPY I SUFFERED FULL BLOWN PANIC ATTACK I COULDN'T BREATHE WHY DOES THIS MATTER WE SURVIVED AN YET I'M STUCK HERE FOREVER WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS I CLOSE MY EYES HEARTBEATSNI SING IN CHURCH HEARTBEATS TAKE A HOT BATH HEARTBEATS FINALLY SEDATION RESTING I AWAKEN TO HEARTBEATS SO LOUD LIKE SIRENS BLARING GUILT BEING CATHOLIC I CARRY THIS GUILT I ALLOWED THE FBI TO VIOLATE MY FETUS DOES THAT MAKE SENSE I CAN NEVER EVER BE WHOLE AGAIN FILLED WITH SO MUCH MEDICATION DECADES OF MEDICATION FOR MY LIFE WOUKD SURELY END WITHOUT IT AN YET I FEEL LIKE ENDING MY LIFE STOPPING THE HEARTBEATS I ADORE MY PSCHIATRIST MY THERAPIST THEY TELL ME I'M BRAVE HOW I'M NOT BRAVE I'M BROKEN I THINK OF THE FETUS INSIDE MY WOMB EVERY TIME THE DEVICE WAS TURNED ON THE FETUS WOULD ROLL UP INTO A BALL I FELT CONTRATIONS LIKE THE FETUS WAS TRYING TO EXPELL ITSELF I HAD TO KEEP GOING FINISH THE JOB FOUR OF MY OTHER KIDS SEATED WITH THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL I TRULY BELIEVED I WAS MAKING A DIFFERENCE I NEVER DREAMED I'D BE INTIMIDATED I NEVER DREAMED JAMAICAN DEALERS WOUKD ARRIVE TO END MY LIFE PARKED IN FRONT OF MY TOWNHOME BY GOD'S GRACE GUNMEN EMERGED SAVING MY LIFE I SHOOK LIKE A LEAF MY HEART POUNDING PANIC DISORDER
I approached the building again as always
wearing wires concealed by my unborn child
hunger returned while I feasted on raw
celery sticks and half eaten chicken bones
I'd wonder where exactly I belonged here
among the fallen the dead beings reaching
for honor in a forgotten world where stars
and stripes stare down at humility
while a sudden flush of freedom simply
takes your breath away panting occurs
as air becomes a personal diamond mine
prepared for the willingly to die spies seeking
solace behind enemy lines of stolen dog tags
of rewritten survival skills sending chills of fear
in a childlike expression covered beneath
wartime benefits and maritime housing corporation
tainted beyond the meek the weak who reaps
for us in a senseless notion of where home was found
after we return to glory shores and meaningless
emotional balance trapped in tomorrow's yesterday
A Farewell To Arms
I was expecting our first child.
Catherine, in love with Frederic,
was also happily pregnant.
She awakened unexpected,
strong, deep, overwhelming
maternal feelings inside me...
I felt how she felt...the love...
the fears, the anticipation...
and those hormonal tears.
Their beloved baby...stillborn;
mommy Catherine passes too.
So traumatic..broken hearts
full of hurt and grief.
And, there I was, my eyes
full of tears...heart full of fears,
chest heaving in sobs,
as I held and wrapped my arms
around my unborn child.
So precious is this new life
I am bringing into this world.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Life Lesson From a Favourite Novel
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 02/20/2018
Note: "A Farewell To Arms," by Ernest Hemingway. Character Frederic Henry is an American officer serving in an ambulance unit for the Italian Army during World War I. Catherine Barkley, is a Red Cross nurse he had met earlier, near the front, and they engage in an affair, and she becomes pregnant.
YOUR DAYCARE TEACHER RETURNING FROM MUNICH LANDING AT GREATLAKES TRAIN STATION FINDING A JOB AS THE QUARTER GIRL WITNESSING THE ULTIMATE WITH MY EYES CLOSED EARS OPEN YES SILENCE SECRECY DEATH OCCURS DEATH PLOTTED DEATH OCCURS WHERE ARE YOU WHO ARE YOU KAY TELL US WHAT YOU SAW TELL US WHAT YOU HEARD HERE WRITE IT HERE KAY YOU ARE SAFE HERE DEAR KAY ARE YOU ALRIGHT HONEY CAN YOU PASS THE KLONOPIN TWO BARS OF BUSPRIONE A LEXAPRO WITH A LAMOTRIGINE ON TOP OH A FEW OLANZIPRINE DIM THE LIGHTS A BIT QUIET LOWER YOUR BITTERNESS IT'S A DRAFT IN HERE A WARM WRAP COMFY YOU ASK ME OF ARSON MURDERS A TAILOR SHOP A CAB STAND FBI WIRE TAPS INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD IS THE BABY BREATHING CAN YOU HEAR THE HEART BEAT CAN YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT AND MY FETUS TOO LATE NOW HER BRAIN AND SPINE IS DAMAGED AND ME WELL I'M SHATTERED BUT DON'T YOU DARE SAY A WORD HIDING THIS BRUTAL ILLNESS KEEPS ME AMONG THE LIVING I AM ONE HEART BEAT FROM NON EXISTENCE SO YOU ASK ME WHY I AM SILENT I HEAR LOUD HEART BEATS CAN YOU HEAR THEM CYPROHEPTADINE HELPS WITH THE NIGHTMARES DO YOU HAVE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE OKAY I MEAN YOU GET USE TO THEM IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO TELL IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE OR NOT BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SMELL OR TASTE A NIGHTMARE SHATTERS MY SOUL TO OPEN MY EYES DREAMING WHILE AWAKE NARCOLEPSY SINKS IN THE DREAM BECOMES SO VIVID YOU CAN TOUCH THE STARS THAT FELL ONTO YOU BED SPREAD TRY AND PICK THEM UP YOU JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU AS ACTUALLY ASLEEP WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN NUVIGIL ARMODAFINIL KEEPS ME AWAKE ALL DAY JUST SO I COULD SLEEP AND NOT DREAM REM SLEEP GRAVELY INTERRUPTED YOU ARE A SPECIAL AGENT OR A SPECIAL NEEDS AGENT HOW DO YOU COPE WITH PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER DEPRESSIVE DISORDER HAVE YOU EVER WENT TO WORK AND CRIED ALL DAY IN FRONT OF SUPERVISORS CO WORKERS ITS AWFUL I NEVER FELT SO USELESS YOU HOPE PEOPLE IGNORE YOU JUST LOOK AWAY TEARS BUCKLE YOU OVER YOU CAN'T GO BACK TOMORROW YOU'RE JUDGED FOR BEING BROKEN YOU COULD GO TO TALK THERAPY STAND UP AND SHARE HI I AM BROKEN I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GANGS KAY YOU ARE SAFE NOW
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE
Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place.
MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ******
A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood.
To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bringing it near.
Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care.
Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva.
This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be.
This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen.
This in a photo - this day - caught my eye.
B. J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009
Oh,my dear pear shaped mother's womb, Where unborn baby develops and grows well, Like a fruit that grows on a plant's blume, And it has a consciousness of its own like a cell.
Oh, my dear lovely secured locker, Which acts as a guard against external threats, Such as light, sound and shock acting as a blocker, And it saves future generations as valuable assets.
Oh ,my dear beautiful muscle container, Which floats the unborn child in the odourless fluid, And it supplies all safeguards to the new gainer, Who doesn't breathe air in the safe womb kit.
Oh my dear fantastic flexible protector, Which makes the foetus to sleep twelve hours every day, Its slightly yellowish fluid used as a sweet nectar, And pediatricians are astonished by its role play.
Oh,my dear first class room of the unborn baby, Which provides parental learning for the new born , Where foundations of traits are established greatly , Nothing is equal to mother's womb like the dawn.
The untold story of me~ "I am a bereaved Mother".
Two years ago life dipped me in a critical smother
This will permit many of you to bother..
As you read this narrated free rhyming verses one after another.
In my womb there was a tiny little seed growing with delicacy:
Wondering what was happening outside it's room with ecstasy.
Hearing to Lovable voices now & again happily,Sinking with my feelings greatly,Growing inside safely,
Hoping to come and view the world successfully.
But the hope did not last for long and soon became a sad symbolic song..
I dreamt endlessly of the unborn child:Not so wild but yet closely mild.
There was lot of happiness built with family member's curiousness;
But in a real short span of time ..All our dream went in vain.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain..Bearing this high implacable pain..!!
18-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second Place in the Contest.
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Sponsored by Silent One
Third place in the Contest.
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Sponsored by Brian Strand
Third place in the Contest.
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