Abortion opponents

Love embryos more

Than babies and children

Who when born they ignore

They support “life”

Then oppose life worth living

Healthcare or welfare

They oppose giving

They oppose education

That would give them head starts

They don’t want to foster

Live beating hearts

Taken from homes

Unloved and abused

These unwanted children

Were just pawns that they used

Hypocritical stands

Between practice and preaching

Has caused us to ask

What are Christians now teaching

Where’s love for thy neighbor

That Christians once taught

When Christians turned cheeks

Without any thought

When they helped and fed children

The hopeless, forlorn

When all these things mattered

Not just the unborn

What Christians oppose

They should tell the whole truth

They save the unborn

let them die in their youth

When does a life truly begin

Conception, the heartbeat or breath?

If we lose life’s potential once held within

Is miscarriage a certified death?

Should women with certified lives get to choose

What life she is able to bear

Only SHE knows her life, what she’ll gain or will lose

She’s not likely to choose without care

Conceptions are lost all the time without knowing

A heartbeat or breath will not be

Two hearts cannot beat if breaths are not flowing

The breaths a woman must breathe

Till the, “life is sustainable”, milestone is passed

The only life here is a mother’s

With her heartbeat and breath she can choose till the last

To share possible life in another

With no life guaranteed if chosen or not

Because ALL lives start out as potential

We must care and put first the life that we’ve got

A woman’s life and her choice are essential!

Mother to us all

She called us from the heavens

Never did we fall

Unbridled passion is sexual shame

Fueled by taboo like gas on a flame

Partners that cheat or teenage mistakes

Are results of sexual shame when it breaks

Boundaries within us that make us feel strong

Without intact boundaries there’s no right or wrong

As shame gets denied for a while it first numbs us

But sooner or later taboo overcomes us

We lose all control in excitement of “passion”

But in truth it’s taboo forcing shame into action

Through torrents of sexual feelings and shame

Creating disasters with “passion” to blame 

If we want to heal we must consciously choose

To recycle our shame into love we can use

If we feel and express toxic shame till it’s through

Start loving ourselves and forgive ourselves too

We can have a new start with old programs deleted

With space new connections can now be completed

All channels can open to give and receive

We can choose to say yes or say no and leave

Our boundaries won’t break in one moments attraction

Because they are strong with self love and Compassion!

My parents believed in not sparing the rod. They thought they had duty and orders from God. They thought that their Rods were why I behaved. I almost repeated this lie but was saved.

A couple came over our husbands were friends. Within the first hour his wife Judy defends my own little boy who I thought I was teaching by slapping his hands when he wouldn’t stop reaching.

I thought I was showing great discipline skill. She looked at me sternly which gave me a chill. Then said most directly there are much better ways of teaching your son. To hit him betrays boundaries of trust that cause him to fear. He might then hurt others or shut down and not hear.

I was shocked into silence she had put me on pause. But I later did research then took up her cause. But Judy was gone by the end of the week and had moved out of town before we could speak. I wanted to tell her how much she had meant to me and my family in the short time we spent.

I never could find her for thirty three years. But one day while searching I broke down in tears. There was her name my Judy had died. It’s too late to speak to my Angel and guide. But I knew now she knew in those moments so brave by speaking her truth my whole family was saved.

My poems aren’t written with colorful words

That paint abstract stories with lines that are blurred

My words are intended to make abstract real

For my abstract unconscious to clearly reveal

True feelings felt best through rhythm and rhyme

Rhymes that hold reasons beyond space and time

Feelings that thousands of words might contort

But through rhythm and rhyme make a long story short