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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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