...and speaking of hypocrisy and irony.....a little bit off topic, but poems after all.... >
A time to talk?When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk,
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Robert Frost**********************************************************
EdgeThe woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
Sylvia Plath**********************************************************
E V E R Y T H I N G
I N E E D T O K N O W...
I L E A R N E D F R O M
N O A H'S A R K ONE:
Dont miss the boat.
TWO:
Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE:
Plan ahead.
It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR:
Stay fit.
When youre 600 years old,
someone may ask you
to do something really big.
FIVE:
Dont listen to critics;
just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX:
Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN:
For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT:
Speed isn't always an advantage.
The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE:
When you're stressed, float a while.
TEN:
Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs;
the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN:
No matter the storm,
when you are with God,
there's always a rainbow waiting.
unknown author**********************************************************
Real love lies not in what is done and known,
but in what is done but not known.
"Only in growth, reform, and change,
paradoxically enough,
is true security to be found."
unknown author**********************************************************
I AM THE SAME OLD ME When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less.
I needn't hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic
where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
my feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
but used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhosE?
they're sized by weight, you see.
So how come when I put them on,
the crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses
as the print is getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to silver
and my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
just the outside's changed a bit.
unknown author**********************************************************
......and now.....back to topic kitties!!!
Baby girlA little baby girl screams out her silent cry
Knowing that her mother may chose for her to die
Abortion is a word she never wants to hear
As she gasps in her mother's womb so still and filled with fear.
A little baby girl screams out her silent cry
While thinking to herself and wondering why
How could her mother have chose this terrible choice
Does she not hear her baby crying with her tiny little voice?
"I tell her to be strong and not to let me go,
I love her so mush, and I just want her to know.
Why doesn't she listen to me? Doesn't she care?
It's my life too! What if I want to live, it's just not fair!"
A little baby girl screams out her silent cry
And much too soon among the angels she will fly
Her life is ending, even though it has truly not begun
Due to her mother's choice she will miss out on everything fun.
A little baby girl screams out her silent cry
Now only after a few weeks of life it's her time to die
Her life is slowly ending as her limbs are ripped apart
How could people get an abortion, don't they have a heart?
A little baby girl no longer screams out her silent cry
She now resides in heaven so high up in the sky
She sweetly smiles down at her mother and bows her head
As she sees her praying for forgiveness at the foot of her bed.
unknown authortinkerbell
Posted on: October 21, 2006, 08:52:26 PM
Dear Mummy,
I am in heaven now, sitting on Jesus's lap. He loves me and cries with me, for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realising my existence, I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surrondings. I spend most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes, you would yell and scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mummy, mummy, help me, please; Mummy help me". Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I realized I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to see Jesus and set me on his lap. He said he loved me and that he was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked him what the thing was that killed me. He answered "Abortion. I am sorry my child; for I know how it feels". I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was to powerful. It s.u.c.k.e.d my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mummy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mummy I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl tinkerbell
Posted on: October 24, 2006, 12:44:34 AM
No Tomorrow I am going to die tomorrow,
But yet I haven't been born.
My mother shows no sorrow,
For I am a product of love torn.
I will never see the light of day,
I will never smell a flower,
I will never walk along a waters bay,
Or feel the drop of an Aprils shower.
Angel Towe**********************************************************
AbortedThey said a mistake is what I would be
god's plan for my life they could not see.
I never got the chance to be president
and time with my grandad I never spent.
I never had a wagon all shiney and red
i never even got to sleep in a bed.
I never went to school, never learned to write or read
not a chance in my life to do one good deed.
They called it her choice said it was her right
so she chose abortion over holding me tight.
Now my soul's in heaven with everyone of my kind
all the aborted babies that mom's and dad's left behind.
unknown author**********************************************************
untitled I would like to share a little poem with you all now
in a far away place and a different time
i kil led my child, a most heinous crime.
The state didn't come, and I didn't stand trial.
Judge blackmun was calm when he said with a smile,
"kil ling is legal, say we the high court.
But don't call it mur der. Just call it 'abort'"
the judge in my heart would not let the case rest.
I had no defense when once put to the test.
Found guilty I was by my heart's supreme court.
"you mur der ed your baby!" they screamed in retort.
With tears on my cheeks it was too late, I knew
to bring back the life of the child I once slew.
The gavel slammed sown, and it rang in my head,
"you are guilty as charged, and deserve to be dead."
"we now give you torment to pay for your sin,"
was the sentence passed down from my own court within.
"you will never escape. You're branded. Don't hide.
Your just due is death. You should try suicide."
i was beaten in prison by daily attack.
I was paying a debt, so I never fought back.
No hope of escaping, and this I knew well.
I cried out to god from my own self-made hell.
That day I met jesus; he smiled in my face.
He said, "i forgive you. Come walk in my grace."
"lord, I believe you forgive me and yet,
blameless you are. Can you pay for my debt?"
"and, lord, please don't touch me for: I am unclean.
I'm filthy with mu rd er, a most wretched being."
i poured out my story. He showed no surprise.
I gazed up with awe at the love in his eyes.
He said, "i paid for your crime, yes, was nailed to a tree.
There's no condemnation if you'll trust in me.
I took on your blame, and your curse on my soul
so you may be free without judgement and whole."
i sputtered, "dear lord, where's the justice in this?
I killed my own son, and you offer me bliss?"
tears blurred my vision, yet there in his face
were eyes of compassion, blue oceans of grace.
I thought to myself, "now the past has been buried?
I'm free of the guilt that for years I have carried?"
he said to accept. It's a gift that is free.
This is atonement, not justice for me!
My judge was dismissed, my accusers, and jury.
The truth of his love made them leave in a fury.
He smiled, "walk with me and come learn of my way,"
and grasping his hand I began a new day.
unknown author**********************************************************
ScaredI began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
unknown author**********************************************************
Posted on: October 26, 2006, 08:22:49 PM
My ChoiceI cannot love you now
I cannot love you now
One night I discovered you, an unexpected surprise
The tears swelled up, and flowed from my saddened eyes.
I cried myself to sleep, for I knew what I had to do.
I thought about my life, and then I thought of you.
Unborn, so very small innocent and unaware,
I know that my decision must seem haste and unfair,
But there is no way I could keep you here inside of me,
If only you could understand my reasons, if only you could see,
I can not keep you now, now is not the time.
But one day, I will be able to call you mine.
Some say that I am wrong, I am denying you a voice.
But I will not beg forgiveness, for this is my choice.
I shall not overwhelm myself with the burden of regret.
Even though they say that it's murder, when we never even met.
Still, I can not help but think what might of become of you,
but in life there are mistakes and some you can undo.
jade healy**********************************************************
Goodbye My ChildGoodbye my awaiting child,
I cannot let you become.
I made the wrong choice,
And now you must be undone.
Will you come back to me,
When I am truly ready.
It's not a lack of love for you,
the timing is not right.
I will hold you in my arms one day,
and tuck you in some night.
Please try to forgive me,
I am your mother now, and I will be again.
unknown author**********************************************************
Too LateEveryone makes mistakes,
Some turn into regret.
Some fade into the darkness,
Some you never will forget.
I've had my share of both,
A few weigh heavy on my mind.
This one drives me crazy,
This one makes me blind.
I know God has his reasons,
At the time I couldn't see them.
I'm the one who did it,
No one else to blame.
Careless moments of pleasure
Traded for an eternity of pain.
Time stood still,
I didn't know what to do.
Afraid to tell what was going on,
Scared I wouldn't be good for you.
At the time I didn't realize,
How serious it would be.
Putting an end to you,
Put the end to me.
I don't know who I am,
Not sure of where to turn.
I try not to think,
But my mind constantly burns.
Things could've been different,
I learned a little too late.
Did I stray,
Or was this fate?
I'm sorry for what I've done to you,
With no way to let you know.
If we could trade places,
I'd would gladly go.
unknown author **********************************************************
Before and AfterThe OR nurse is almost unrecognized in the halls
where her full face shows, breath openly contaminates the air,
sneezes spraying , laughing and eating, touching everything
with naked fingers, where her body is revealed
and she walks like a woman, hips bumping into edges,
hair hanging loose, limbs crossing over surfaces until nothing is clean.
The OR nurse washes her hands before and after
and before and after and before and after, she strips scrub
and pees and looks for blood, wishes for it, waits for it,
washes her hands before and after and still nothing. She stands
on a step stool at the edge of the sterile field,
as a cyst the size of her head is lifted from the belly.
This becomes the specific nightmare of the OR nurse,
that something huge like that grows in her
without telling. The surgeon laughs "oh, we would tell you,"
as if he would know, as if anyone can see anything happening,
all the malignant possibilities lurking their time under the layers,
epidermis, dermis, subcutaneous fat, fascia, serosa, muscle,
cavity. For example between cases she is washing her hands
before and after and looking for blood until she comes to know
it won't be there. She stands at the stirruped legs of a D and C,
watching thick plum tissue whisked out through the cervix,
away through a tube, measured in a fat clean jar.
All she has to do is ask, the doctor will slip her a drug
that costs sixteen cents, maybe fifty dollars on the streets of Mexico,
but free to an OR nurse, to save her from a waiting room
of a clinic in another city. White baby aspirin size salvation.
At the sink the doctor scrubs skin from his forearms, his wrists,
under his nails, giving her instructions to solve the bleeding,
really just a matter of disrupting extra cells, like washing hands
the way they were taught, how warm water lifts oils from crevices,
soap emulsifies, and friction. It's a matter of some vigorous intent,
time, devotion to the task. No crying will be necessary,
before or after. The OR nurse notes significant times:
patient in the room, surgeon in the room, anesthesia begun,
complete, first cutting, closing, and anesthesia rolled backwards
like time in a rug, like an hourglass tipped on end.
She counts the sponges, the sharps, the blades.
It's a matter of what should be there, inside, and what should not.
Jessica Manke**********************************************************
FetusFetus, little accidental cluster,
celly jelly mass of potential,
sanctified smear of blood tissue.
I cannot write to you unless
I call you a you. But I doubt you are.
I deny you are listening.
You beat only, obstinately hearted,
and divide as if there were room,
the whole dark uterus to yourself.
What do I want to tell you, to return
for sheets of nausea thrown over my head
like banners of your presence?
I should not have to talk to someone not there.
But there lies your power: that you might be.
Your future fists demand an explanation.
I try, with this image of veering out of traffic,
my thigh mangling in the bicycle frame.
An awareness of being made of meat.
Whereas you: like a blackberry, still unripe.
I checked textbooks for your picture,
and I know your life size compares to a bean.
I fully realize I'm making you a vegetable,
classing you in a whole other kingdom.
Fetus, I will not ask you to forgive,
only to bleed out of my way,
you sorry dark string of snot,
interruption interruptus, mistake, shame.
Jessica Manke**********************************************************
A Letter From My Unborn ChildI am your worst fear. I was made out of your carelessness, your fleeing feelings as he held you. And you were filled with my life and you knew at that instant that I was inside of you.
I clung to your womb but you said nothing and no one could see. I was there, hidden, covered by your skin. And you forgot, you did, you let yourself believe that I was merely a thought, just paranoia inside your head. But you couldn't ignore me forever.
I took over your body and with every breath you took, you could feel my presence. So you lashed out at him because you felt angry. Sad. Unsure. But he couldn't see me, he didn't know. You held the secret of my residence until the night the tears came. And he wouldn't let you leave. Not until you spoke and you finally broke down.
You told him our secret that I was living, breathing, and feeding off the little strength you had left. You feared me then, because you loved me still. You were excited at the thought of me even though I brought you such despair. I made you sick. You couldn't eat except what I craved.
Yet you wanted me. You wanted things to be different so you could hold on to me forever. But you couldn't. So young. You couldn't see yourself beside me. You prayed for strength. You prayed for my soul and yours as well.
But the day soon came when you made your choice. You held me, pressing your arms across your stomach. You talked to me and you talked to the sky, praying for a God you weren't certain existed to hear you, to help us on our way. You chose to let go of me. I left your body and you were empty.
I watched you even after I left the warm comfort of your womb. I watched you sleep and you held me in your arms as you dreamed. You wrote me poems. You spoke of your love and your loss and the softness of my skin. Because you will never forget. You still feel my absence within your belly. Hot tears still burn your face whenever you think of me. You love me, though I am gone from you forever.
But I forgive you. I forgive you for stealing the life from my body. I forgive you for not thinking of me before I came to be. I forgive you for making the only choice that you could see. Because my eyes are still pure, though I cease to exist in the human world. I am a reminder to you of the innocence that you lost when I came into your life. I keep you away from the path that led you to the place where I was conceived.
And when you smile, I am not vengeful. When you smile, I live for a moment inside you, once more.
unknown author**********************************************************
