observing men define feminism ~ my ovaries roll
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
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Hot then cold cold then hot
Peri menopause is that all you got
Frying my ovaries sunny side up
Serve them with cheese to fertile love
I get frisky then change my mind
I’m like whisky or unnamed wine
Not too ripe nor too young on vine
Still a bit spicy for red valentine
Looking inside I’m more mature
I’ve learn to glide past pride’s manure
Settling into my middle amethyst age
Life plays fiddle am I set in my ways
Oh my goodness never had time before
To think so much and be self absorbed
I find myself feeling like an island moon
Not at all sad to watch night flowers bloom
I try to be an ear for those needing cheer
Reminded of my days I shed teal tears
I love people but I can’t stay close
For my empathetic brain would burn and roast
I’d take on too much of their burden
Feel too much of their hurt and
Unless I can refresh and start anew
Would be depressed stuck like glue
Saved by music and purple poetry
Happiest to use it as turquoise therapy
I am a tree with leaves turning
Embracing cool breeze still learning
Looking forward to the next chapter
May it be filled with more of life’s laughter
Stoned out of concentration, my eyes stared deep into the padded grey church walls, ambient coloured lights flashed through the tinted windows dancing up the ceilings, and tunes of melodious worship shadowed past my ears.
I never wanted a cut on my body. "you have a cyst in both ovaries and it requires prompt surgery." The doctor's words eluded my thoughts, fleeting like flickering LEDs.
I wanted a miracle desperately. Shattered in tears, I spoke to God, asked him to heal me,
to give me a first-hand embrace of his mercy and I'll share mine too.
Faith is a mix of troubles and losses, dreams on hold, hurts and tears. But with it, God sends a blanket of stability. One month later, the test came back negative. I testified.
My friend Sophie says there is no honor among thieves
she'd steal your man if he likes to creep
then rationalize away any sense of shame
saying if no one is married it's just another thang
My friend Sophie speaks of pride and choice
a hint of ambition is casting her voice
Candidly she told me she'll gladly trade
job for kid husband and apron today
My friend Sophie will be too old soon
says her ovaries ache and swell like the moon
Sophie has laughs she lives and she lusts
I hope God blesses Sophie with true love.
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
The race for life
Once I was a spore trying to reach the ovaries
I ran fast (must have been athletic) and won the race
to be a living breathing human.
Had the spore lost it would not make, any difference
for a spore.
As it is, I have seen the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean
mountains high and rabbits in the woods never loved
by a woman, nor the glorious hurt of rejection
The softness of her skin, the colour of her eyes
When I swam in the lake of enchantment and walked
near the waterfall where lovers cry.
All this because I was lucky, the victor of a race where
millions of spores
The sperm and ovaries reign supreme,
In that "What came first" eggy scene.
Without a cockerel and a hen,
Eggs would not be known to men.
It is true, it may be false
We still have the debate, of course.
What came first, the ovary,
Or the sperm, don't ask me.
I love my little corner of the yard
when nearby Lilac Bush perfumes the air.
The human dwellers treat me with regard.
They sit behind their house and simply stare.
They gaze on me while I am in the pink
and blooms on me are streaked with white and rose.
They sometimes deeply breathe my scent; I think
they like me best when I’m in fancy clothes.
In time, their small ones stay around all day
and swing from ropes strung from my strongest arm.
I’m glad to serve my young friends in their play.
But later, I bring forth my greatest charm.
My ovaries expand and overlap. . . . .
My luscious fruit gets plucked, and then I nap!
Feb 17, 2021
for the 'Open Poetry 2' Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
The attack against faith began
when those promoting human sacrifice
shouting and roaring to keep your rosaries of our ovaries
To insult the Mother was one act the government played a big part in
now they sit on their hands like the corrupted force that drives them
next they removed blasphemy laws to protect themselves
Now they attack the Mother and Her Divine Son through media
the character of this country is fast fading bankrupt souls
As the Pearl of a great price will be lost to those blinded fools
Look in the mirror and see chaos is coming to those rotten fruits
in the end hate will be trampled by Love for the snake it possessed
craving Innocent blood to be sacrificed is inhumane politics
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The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
A packet of seeds I got in the mail
from China it said. Well, isn’t that swell?
Having nothing to do – thought I’d plant them for fun,
so I watered them daily beneath summer’s sun.
Next thing I knew, there were tiny tails showing!
Attached to those tails, hamster babies were growing!
I then took the packet the seeds had come in
and had its words translated by Doctor Chin.
He told me the females of hamsters Chinese
had incredible medical properties!
“Their ovaries,” he confided in me,
“are used to make Prolia. Rich you may be!”
Gobsmacked was I. I could sell to Big Pharma.
From stuff out of China there sure comes strange Karma!
Aug. 12, 2020 for Carolyn Devonshire's "Mystery Seeds" Poetry Contest
Note: While hamsters coming from seeds is ludicrous,
I find it hardly any less ludicrous than the fact that the
drug injected for two years into my body contains the
ovaries of Chinese hamsters! Freaking hamsters!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_hamster_ovary_cell
O-Outward she seemed fine and healthy
R-Really it was a dagger in the heart to hear!
P-Penetrated through the ovaries was a cancer cyst.
H-Happened that it was the size of a grapefruit before we knew
A-And it had metastasized so that numbered her days.
N-Now both of my parents have passed on, and I at the age of 43 am orphaned.
A reproductive structure in force
Sunflowers as tall as a giant
Pansies and Violas borders the garden
The magnetism of nature with the help of green fingers
Presents a corsage of wonderful blooms.
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