I sat in a liquid sac,
you protected me from all harm,
fed me warmth and sustenance.
You felt me grow, not as an alien,
but as part of you. How wonderful,
I AM has made a man-child.
My heart beats from week six,
by seven it is strong and regular.
At ten I am officially a fetus,
by eleven I breathe amniotic fluid,
soon to kick and exercise my limbs.
At twenty two I am fully formed,
the size of a mango, the following
week I hear voices, I relate, I welcome
your voice, it comforts me.
Week twenty three, you exercise
your legal right to terminate.
I leave the womb in a rush of discomfort,
of fierce light and loud noises,
I try to breathe, I am left alone on a slab,
I want you to hold me, to comfort me.
I need you Mom . . .
my love is eternal.
What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washington
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Kenneth2816
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Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
I get it. Nicely stated without one being beaten about the head and shoulders.
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
If somebody's going to riff on my poem about Asa Monet they should either comment on the original directly or include that poem along with their abortion - insidiousness at its weaseliest. - RC
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
Thanks Ken
that is just the response I wanted.
I needed to measure the how hard I had wrung out the emotion.
I had a hysterical response a few months ago to this,
some poor woman who had aborted.
It's not about hating anyone, it the opposing view
that the early termination is right for mother
and baby.
It is a historical dilemma, who dies in a difficult birth
the mother or the child, or both. The RCC tradition
was to sacrifice the mother, the Protestant decision
was to save the mother at the expense of the foetus,
their reason was part theological and part practical.
The mother could deliver more babies and had
responsibilities, the child might die later anyway.
The poem's is meant to give an alternate view to
current feminist teaching and cant.
that is just the response I wanted.
I needed to measure the how hard I had wrung out the emotion.
I had a hysterical response a few months ago to this,
some poor woman who had aborted.
It's not about hating anyone, it the opposing view
that the early termination is right for mother
and baby.
It is a historical dilemma, who dies in a difficult birth
the mother or the child, or both. The RCC tradition
was to sacrifice the mother, the Protestant decision
was to save the mother at the expense of the foetus,
their reason was part theological and part practical.
The mother could deliver more babies and had
responsibilities, the child might die later anyway.
The poem's is meant to give an alternate view to
current feminist teaching and cant.
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
I think the word weaseliest is banned RC
as appllied to fellow poets, read the IBPC rules
respect and dignity are called for.
If we disagree on a poem so much it is not expected we confront the poet on it,
that would mean antagonism, most forums advise writing an alternate view.
on the same topic i.e. write our own poem.
I have written a poem with an alternate view, the traditional view
the majority view, rather than attack you directly for your poem.
There is no reference to your work here, maybe in the title.
as appllied to fellow poets, read the IBPC rules
respect and dignity are called for.
If we disagree on a poem so much it is not expected we confront the poet on it,
that would mean antagonism, most forums advise writing an alternate view.
on the same topic i.e. write our own poem.
I have written a poem with an alternate view, the traditional view
the majority view, rather than attack you directly for your poem.
There is no reference to your work here, maybe in the title.
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
Frank---
no dice for me.
too anatomical for my taste-...force fed biology.
My heart beats from week six,
by seven it is strong and regular.
At ten I am officially a fetus,
canned theology.
It is a historical dilemma, who dies in a difficult birth
the mother or the child, or both. The RCC tradition
was to sacrifice the mother, the Protestant decision
was to save the mother at the expense of the foetus,
give me a woman in stirrups, maybe, viewing the knife just over the young interns shoulder.
i sat in on abortions, you? gritty. formaldehyde. bleeding. oh my god, curse me.
bernie
and that IBPC poem by our new Forum member:
Aja Monet Reads at the Washington Women’s March
by RC James
Babilu
Honorable Mention, February 2017
Judged by Sara Clancy
In a midnight voice, arms extended,
she read blues that laid the soul to dust.
She gave us her mother, standing in the ruins,
holding a bouquet of bloody music and a spear
she’d carved out of her lover’s bones.
A white woman in the audience, hands extended upwards,
moved her fingers, called the sky to hold these words.
Slashing, sinewy phrases testified to the stamina
of the first activists; her mother fought with the strength
that came from shotgun houses next to the picking fields,
grace earned through knowledge and the mission at hand.
Her poem was a freight train of rapid fire explosive words.
Intellect the weapon, unconcealed now, quashed the howling
and leers from whiskey veined faces in tobacco spit-stained t-shirts,
arms lagged leisurely over benches on small town median strips.
She testified to the cruelty, the barbarity, and every day battles
fought by her family, whose matriarch carried hurricane force.
alas, no vote from me.
Intellect the weapon, unconcealed now, quashed the howling
and leers from whiskey veined faces in tobacco spit-stained t-shirts,
does the term overwriting seem appropriate---despite the IBPC nod?
well, as Frank says, this Forum is about brass knuckle critique.
no dice for me.
too anatomical for my taste-...force fed biology.
My heart beats from week six,
by seven it is strong and regular.
At ten I am officially a fetus,
canned theology.
It is a historical dilemma, who dies in a difficult birth
the mother or the child, or both. The RCC tradition
was to sacrifice the mother, the Protestant decision
was to save the mother at the expense of the foetus,
give me a woman in stirrups, maybe, viewing the knife just over the young interns shoulder.
i sat in on abortions, you? gritty. formaldehyde. bleeding. oh my god, curse me.
bernie
and that IBPC poem by our new Forum member:
Aja Monet Reads at the Washington Women’s March
by RC James
Babilu
Honorable Mention, February 2017
Judged by Sara Clancy
In a midnight voice, arms extended,
she read blues that laid the soul to dust.
She gave us her mother, standing in the ruins,
holding a bouquet of bloody music and a spear
she’d carved out of her lover’s bones.
A white woman in the audience, hands extended upwards,
moved her fingers, called the sky to hold these words.
Slashing, sinewy phrases testified to the stamina
of the first activists; her mother fought with the strength
that came from shotgun houses next to the picking fields,
grace earned through knowledge and the mission at hand.
Her poem was a freight train of rapid fire explosive words.
Intellect the weapon, unconcealed now, quashed the howling
and leers from whiskey veined faces in tobacco spit-stained t-shirts,
arms lagged leisurely over benches on small town median strips.
She testified to the cruelty, the barbarity, and every day battles
fought by her family, whose matriarch carried hurricane force.
alas, no vote from me.
Intellect the weapon, unconcealed now, quashed the howling
and leers from whiskey veined faces in tobacco spit-stained t-shirts,
does the term overwriting seem appropriate---despite the IBPC nod?
well, as Frank says, this Forum is about brass knuckle critique.
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
I know Bernie
just had to write it.
Couldn't do poetry on it
it had to be that way.
Call it prose, that's okay.
just had to write it.
Couldn't do poetry on it
it had to be that way.
Call it prose, that's okay.
Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
Frank---
not to worry.
don schaeffer---also of Babilou and an old friend---something i like concluding a pom of his:
Poetry is about failure
ooh the love of regret
the soft end of sleep
it's the least
valuable of arts,
the most futile
form of prayer.
bernie
not to worry.
don schaeffer---also of Babilou and an old friend---something i like concluding a pom of his:
Poetry is about failure
ooh the love of regret
the soft end of sleep
it's the least
valuable of arts,
the most futile
form of prayer.
bernie
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FranktheFrank
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Re: What Aja Monet Didn't Read at the Woman's March-Washingt
Ha ha, funny.
I know Don's work, fine fellow.
I think sometimes poetry is prayer, some poetry.
I've reworked that herring poem,
picture with it too if you wanna squint at it.
best.
I know Don's work, fine fellow.
I think sometimes poetry is prayer, some poetry.
I've reworked that herring poem,
picture with it too if you wanna squint at it.
best.