Short Aborted Poems
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Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
A Texan with whom Trump cavorted
Never once laughed, she only snorted
As mad as he can be
Trump cursed the GOP
"Why wasn't that woman aborted?"
TODAY’S POLITICAL BIRTH CONTROL
They aborted love,
Defertilizing justice:
Birthing injustice:-
Oppression pregnant again:
Democracy miscarried:-
My love is a miscarried child,
a faceless evil aborted
before its heart could start beating,
before its eyes could grow in.
Of course I would hide it away!
If there was no poetry
Where all the muses would have gone
Aborted in the harsh depth of eternity
Imagination would have remained unborn.
January 25, 2020
Frail leaves fall...I sweep them to the back of my mind.
_____________________
Contest: Monoku Madness
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 18th August, 2016
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
Have you ever aborted a baby? ...
Outraged by the second question's premise
~ we shed no tears for the baby's demise
A Joey was spotted in wonderland
shaking hands with the invisible man
while "knees" just cackled and snorted
as the border was aborted
the Easter bunny took total command
Moments shared.
Flawed by design.
Now just memories.
Scattered across time.
Fleeting recalls.
Renewed disdain.
Karma aborted love.
For our past due pain.
Danger and Darkness Courted
Much danger and darkness courted;
What I could do is have it thwarted;
Never love;
Get rid of,
Or transported away and be aborted.
Jim Horn
if you live for yourself
go back to your mother’s womb
if you live for nothing
apply to be aborted
if you live for others
planet earth is your empire
you are not here to joke
A child, who's not of youth,
And they'd had not being weaned,
A place so big, they'd never seen,
A place for the small, that they'd never had been.
2019 September 17
all the family
near her deathbed: glazed eyes seek
an aborted child
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A Senryu on Mother Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Samadas
© 5th January 2020
postmodern world
they have rights
freedom is liberal choice
now a girl can scream out,
"Give me freedom, I won't be an aborted girl; I won't be a killer! "
- Friday, June 14, 2019 Chattogram
How do you start over
consumed by the end
Beginnings aborted
as judgment portends
Desperately hiding
alone and distraught
For all of those presents
time wasted — and lost
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
The cry of the dead
the wail of those gone
unheeded by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
Are their pleas any different
from the screams of those unborn
aborted by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
The older I get,
the more distant they seem
The past and the future,
reality’s dream
The older I get,
the deeper it feels
Distraction aborted
—the moment revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The older I get
the closer it seems
The past from the future
what’s real, to my dreams
The older I get
the deeper it feels
Distraction aborted
—all distance revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
with each passing train
the house trembles
aborted dreams
strangers in the night
the creaking floorboards
she cheats on him
wafts of warm
spiced paratha bread
her aroma lingers
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© paul callus
God blessed both of Adam kind
with fruitfulness of children.
Now counted millions lead in death,
through troubled thoughts for Adam mind,
not counted blessings born to bless,
but snuffed before first blessing’s breath.
America, land of the free,
riches and opportunity,
abound from sea to shining sea,
dreams become reality.
Everyone has the right to be,
equal voice of society,
everyone that is…except me,
was not given the chance to breathe.
Low and lonely, but not to succumb
Through warring thoughts a pitfall deep
Ireful, rueful, contort
This speaker’s blunder deemed
Subdued with met solution
Devil’s plot decayed
Ruinous intent aborted
Blithe courage keenly resumed
She is a spinster
Seventy years of age
and still going strong.
When asked why
she never married,
She whispered an answer:
“Somewhere in the land
I will never know
my husband was aborted
at the very hour and minute
I was born.”
distance, distant
trinket, shrinking
figment, thinking
spirit, stigma
instant, vision
wilting, listen
bidden, dripping
infant, sickness
pregnant, stringent
silent, client
2/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
The ravages of war take their toll
Soldiers left out stranded on the field
Letters to loved ones half written
Much to read between the lines
Love affairs never to be resumed
Dreams aborted at the cost of peace
AP: Honorable Mention 2025