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Calla Lily once removed
from Africa’s tropical shores
now grown in every country garden
throughout the whole wide world

Prolific and strong try as you might
you refuse to grow in a place that knows only snow with icy cold
and bitter winter winds

Have no fear as here you grow
beneath the least green thumb
in mounds of dark rich soil
and lots of radiant golden sun

A choice of brides throughout
the world and florists favorites too
With Cupid’s arrow pointy leaves
your aim is good and true

This understated beauty, elegant
in stance, can hypnotize a hardened
eye with its petals of swirling colors
dancing upon the garden floor

Bougainvillea you are a genus
unlike so many others more common
you are quite a unique vine

Soft pink petals adorn
your bright green leaves
and oh so luscious in deep purple

Yellowest yellows to redder reds
they search for your perfect hue
from as faraway as exotic Peru

Enticing the courageous to reach within wherein they find many thorns once on me now very attached to them

Aromatic Aster cluster together
lavender blooms fill profusely
the last until late October

Blue to nearly black blooms
bounce happily upon
your short stocky bush

Colorful sprays of purple
reach lovingly to the sun
following its path all day

Delightful perennial
you return each Spring
to gladden this gardener’s heart

For all the men I love,
and the men friends
who are good and decent,
This little rebellion poem
is definitely not directed at you.

The general consensus is
the females of our species,
the very young to the very old,
cannot choose what’s best for us,
we must at all cost, bear their children.

Since we as one can not protest,
this is my answer, my request,
my ultimate demand to those
who proclaim they know what is best for you and me and my girl child.

Should a man rape a woman, a man,
a girl or a boy and the judge says so, his reproductive organs, all three be removed immediately from his person. We amend this, make it so.

This will be his mandatory sentence,
a law written to protect and shield
all who have no say so should a child be conceived from this unholy act.
Financial care will be theirs alone.

But wait, kind gentlemen and women
who protest and want the rearing of a child in an inappropriate or forced nest.
No support for the little ones, no food, no medicines or roof over their heads.

Men who have children, at least three or more with multiple women without a care, have that right taken away, and rightfully so with forced sterilization, abortions abated not needed –

Now Look – CASE CLOSED

The child is born
all help is gone
Arrived safe and sound
now no one is even around

To help the child
or aid the mother
It’s ok the states all say
at least the baby is ok

No matter there is no food
no medicines or baked dry goods
and look the baby’s baby mom
is starting to swell nice and round

The dad isn’t made to pay his dues
he doesn’t have to recognize
his own kid or even two
Least spare a dollar to his own crew

Baby mom has had enough
she grows up tough she grows up mad
Her teenage years were stripped away
she blamed her school and their dad

She sees her body owned by the man
no freedom in the promised land
She walks into an open store
to buy a gun walks out the door

Those inside where she once stood
should have at least understood
Before she falls and things go black
prays her actions get their rights back!

Feelings once as brilliant as a thousand diamonds, turned to cold hard heart stones with your leaving. Please don’t go.

Wishing that all that is
could always be
That what is now
is what has always been

To be part of a life
always dreamed about
Somehow never achieved
or snatched away

Wanting that which
will never be
To be part of you
and part of me

To know deep in my heart
someone would always be there
I’d give compassion and care
and receive just the same

Wondering how it would be
if we’d be like now
Or if life would lead us around
in its same painful game

To wake in the morning
wrapped in your arms
Secure in the knowledge
you’d never be far
~away

The morning before you leave
so many words stuck in my throat,
Lodged in my heart, shattering inside,
blocked by rebellious emotions.

How endless the days will be,
tortuous weeks of unwilling
slavery to the upcoming
months of endless missing you.

Worry over your safety and health,
fear of the future unknown,
the possibility of a lifetime
without you in it with me.

Insecure in the commitment
of love, of fidelity, of evermore.
The lure of exotic lands,
fascination in foreign peoples.

Abject terror of the oceans wrath,
swallowing ships hale and strong.
Luring men to her deepest depths,
with her hypnotic seas-song.

Hold me now before you go,
your presence substantial and real
breath warm on my neck to keep my heart from freezing when you’re gone.

I am honored and humbled to have my poem “Think Not” accepted by Spillwords Press. Thank you very much to Dagmara K., Director of Development | Editing Department at Spillwords.com for the constant consideration and support.

“Think Not” will be published on 3/27/23 at 2am Eastern Time (ET)

Below is the link to it once published:

https://spillwords.com/think-not/

Ten years old and just discovering the magic of the written word. The beauty of word-weaving. The mystery of poetry and excitement of story-crafting.

The very best came in the mail, letters for me from my grandma.