She Chooses

She chooses abstinence

           because she won’t risk pregnancy

She chooses abstinence

            because she’s not interested

She chooses contraception

           because she does not want children

She chooses contraception

           because she does not want children yet

She chooses contraception

           because she has enough children

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Hate on Tap
 

LOCK HER UP!

BUILD THE WALL!

SEND HER BACK!

Three-word chant

Three-word chant

Three-word chant

Rouse the mob!

Rouse the mob!

Rouse the mob!

Hate on tap

Hate on tap

Hate on tap

Sexist Trump

Racist Trump

Mister Trump:

No more of that

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Hormoanal

I’m grumpy: my boy

says I’m menopausal;

I think he’s the causal.

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Half-Asleep

The street light casts a shadow on the bedroom wall through
partly opened curtains and for a moment I see Adolf Hitler
in silhouette and I know it’s my imagination but the truth is, hate
in an orange face scares me.

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Zimbabwe, November 2017

I'm not a fan of coups

But if this one ousts Mugabe

Then, woohoo!

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What We Do

For Paul

Writers write and painters paint but artists don’t art

and musicians don’t mu. 

Bikers bike and drivers drive, blimps go limp

but coupes don’t coup.

Coiffeurs coif, hairdressers dress hair,

but nail techs don’t nail techs (or perhaps they do).

Fighters fight, professors at times profess

but hatters don’t hat and surgeons don’t surge.

If you w...

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Martin Thinks I’m Catholic
With thanks to Andy N, for suggesting it

My father adored me.  He cuddled me in his arms 
after my birth and said, Doesn’t she look intelligent, love?

My mother believed I wasted that intelligence raising babies. 
I was relieved disappointment had no place in her grateful sigh,
as I arrived at the hospital in time to watch her die.

My brothers consider ...

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Sometimes, there are no words.  Yet all I have is words.

I Looked At Evil

I looked at Evil: it wore a suicide vest

My cause is just, it claimed

your murdered children my price

Kill me, and a thousand martyrs fall in behind

You cannot kill me, it smiled 

for I am dead by a tug of this cord

You cannot kill me, Evil declared

You cannot buy me off

You canno...

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Given what's happening in America right now, I suspect it won't be long before the First Amendment begins fighting for its life.

With that in mind, I thought I'd share my most successful poem to date, though it's hardly a poem at all.

It is based on my experience of living in South Africa during Apartheid.

In The Tradition Of The Star

This poem is censored.

I cannot mentio...

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I don't often post on this poetry blog but I feel so strongly about this subject, I had to share it.

Dear Donald Trump

Dear Donald Trump, the thought of you as the next Leader

of the Free World makes me want to hurl. 

Has America lost her mind

to even consider a racist, sexist buffoon

who hasn’t the sense to spend a sliver of his tax-free billions

on decent hair...

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Some Advice From Edwina Currie, Former MP

Don’t give thanks
for local food banks
they encourage
the feckless
the greedy
the emotionally needy
the reckless
the addicts
the idle-by-habits
the drunkards
the hopeless
the gormless
the homeless
the wasters
the smokers
the cheaters
the faceless
the indigent
the immigrants
the lazy
the crazy
the tattooed dog owners
the debtors
th...

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...in the Red Cross poetry comp.  My poem will appear in their pamphlet, one of twelve.  Great news on my birthday :)

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On Thursday I gave my first solo recital.  You can read all about it here: http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/newsflash-riot-at-poetry-gig/#comment-11735

It's thanks to Write Out Loud: when I asked the woman who invited me how she had heard of me, she said, 'The poet's website'.  This is the only poet's website I'm on.

Thanks, WOL!

It was a great experience, but no...

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Heeding The Call

It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope:
the guy at the end of the email
threw me a virtual rope.
I took my car to meet him;
we walked the slippery slope
of internet suicide websites.
Living was out of our scope.

This was inspired by Carry on Tuesday's latest prompt and the recent suicides of a pair of strangers.  Critiques welcome.

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