Abortion
By jfarrell
As a man,
I don’t carry the baby for 9 months;
So what possible right could I have
To offer any view on abortion?
“even rape victims should not be allowed abortions”
This, from a leading politician;
Sometimes, like amputation, abortion is necessary,
I should certainly have been aborted.
The woman has all the responsibility,
So the choice should be hers;
Men, please stop being so bloody arrogant,
Especially if you’re a politician.
Did God make this world?
By JFarrell
( I heard in the news Stephen Fry in trouble over comments he made)
Let’s assume
For the sake of argument
God is real
God created this beautiful, amazing world
How can you blame him for the ugliness in it?
The death of a child from cancer
A school buried in a mud slide
People scarred by chemical weapons
People dying in vast numbers
Famine, drought, war
This is all men
With cancer, several years from now we’ll discover something we used to do
Created it
I don’t believe in god (I think)
These are not things sent by god to “test us”
This is us, it always has been
Stop blaming god
Ecstasy of the heart,
Is this a new start?
Filled with happiness and glee,
Five ships on an open sea,
Cups of rum
And mothers lost sons
New worlds to explore
Past the golden shores
No tyrants or hypocrites,
On the sparkling sea
Sail to the ends, Just to be
Men at sea
Is this what people feel after series of fights?
Numb, tired of crying, doesn’t care anymore?
It can be his fault, it can be hers.
Once, twice or thrice did she forgive him.
But all he does is bring the argument up again.
“Tracie is a boy.” He said.
But dressed as a hot nerd student on Halloween.
Is it already time to say goodbye?
He says he keeps on hurting,
Which is nonsense because he’s a boy.
Boys are immature men,
So that’s probably why.
We talked about the dance,
she said. Is that all? Yes,
well she did mention that
her man was late home
from work sometimes
and she misses him
before she has to leave
for the dance show,
but that's all. I see,
Fred said. Nellie looked
at him, brushed her hair.
Her dancing is faltering,
Nellie said. As if she
had other things on her
mind. What other things?
he asked. How do I know?
She didn't say. Unless she
thinks her man is cheating
on her? Do you think he is?
Fred said. He's the type who
would, Nellie said. What's
the type who would? I don't
know, but you can tell, there's
something about him gives
me the creeps. Women's
intuition? he said. You could
say that, she said. How comes
she doesn't have that intuition,
too? Fred said. She's in love with
him, love blinds, she said.
What are you dancing, tonight?
he asked. Swam Lake, she said.
She finished brushing her hair
and poured him a scotch and ice
and prepared to leave. He watched
her as she put on her coat, her
fingers buttoning up, her eyes
watching her hands in action,
her tongue poking over her
lower lip. He lifted his glass
of scotch, studied her ankles,
and had a long slow sip.
A man likes to be alone when he thinks
A man is alone when he thinks
A man is alone
I don't pretend to be better.
I'm not. Were we to encounter
each other in some displaced hell,
where a lack of conversation
or an abundance of red wine
led to failing trepidations,
we'd talk and probably get on.
But before long I'm sure you'd see
the tendencies of my glances;
how they trace the line of a hem,
the passersby that can draw them.
There will be patterns for mapping,
and despite yourself, you are wise:
things are just as bad as they seem.
Maybe I couldn't surprise you,
but I would revel in your words
and try in vain to provide the kind
of good you'd always had in mind.
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people become highly indignant,
even declare war upon nations,
to murder millions in the name of a god
that is the center of their 'religion',
but answer this: if your 'religion'
is a 'business', then why do you
call it a 'religion'? and if your war
is costing your nation millions
of dollars to take the lives of
millions of people, then who are
you really fighting, your religion,
or your government? and who is
fighting who?
1:26 AM 7/10/2013 ©
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miZWYmxr8XE
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stripper oh stripper,
please throw me your thong,
lend me your cheek,
tell me it's wrong,
stripper oh stripper
please dance to that song,
and then tell me,
'please don't touch my wong !!!'
(to be sung to the tune of 'matchmaker matchmaker')
6:41 PM 7/9/2013
inspired by dove
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/dove/poem/962575
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