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jeffrey conyers Aug 2019
The greatest thing about life?
Are debates.
Where you listen to various takes on subject matters.

You should be married before having ***.
While some see premarital as a simple test.
Of course, we already know the minister view.

But marriage is an honorable thing.
But once hitched you might be shocked by some things.

Her/his drive might not match yours and you stuck.
And if you cheat you going to hear the word love.
When your status wasn't on an equal stage.

Who truly discuss *** on dates?
When you aware you might offend?
So some dive into premarital bliss.

To see if the chosen one is the lucky ticket.
Or need to be dismissed and you search for another.

Scriptures here.
Scriptures there.
Not going to stop some premarital affairs.
Nadia Nov 2013
I didn't want to go to band camp!
You didn't listen did you mother?
Where's dad? Where is my dad?
He's living with a ***** who isn't my mother.
Wake up! He cheated on you stupid mother.
Such a dumb mom to believe dad.
Who's condoms were on the car floor?
Did you and dad have *** and you didn't know it?
He lied mother!
I'm on his facebook and yours.
I see dad's long list of women with **** pics.
***** to be his 18 year old daughter.
My dad the ******* with a string of net lovers.
Dear old dad if I had a string of guys what would you do?
Dad wants to play with women's ***** who are not my mom.
I'm 18 and messed up in the head.
I've got dad posting he wants to touch parts of women.
I've got a mom to dumb to know he's touching parts of women.
Dad stop posting you want to kiss *****.
I'm 18 and I'm feeling messed up in the head.
Dad and you shipped me off to band camp.
Didn't want to go mom and cheating dad.
I know you are sad mom and dad hurt you.
Mom you to be young again and date your friends.
Facebook is messed up place to be for me.
I am thinking of unfriending both of you.
I feel messed up in the head.
I didn't want to go to band camp.
Dad said go he wants to play with lady ***** not my moms.
Mom said go she wants to be young now that she knows dad cheats.
I am never getting married.
Met a boy and we did what was natural.
I was 18 and camp ended and I was going to be a mother.
I never want to be a dumb mother like you.
Thanks for nothing mother!  
You were upset for one day then wanted to adopt my baby.
You were namma not mother to my baby.
Hope you happy I made you a namma before you were ready.
I did not want a baby and did not want you raising mine.
I don't want a baby I grew in my stomach calling me sibling.
Baby got adopted and you wont be the mother.
My child will never have a mother like you.
This ain't no I got a friend story or a fairy tale.
Dad took off and he had another kid with a lover.
Thanks for not telling me dad!
Thanks for my scars seeing your kids birth announcement on the internet.
I feel messed up in the head thanks to you dad and mom.
I saw a news story about open marriages and that's what I want.
Marriages don't work so we wont get married.
Marriage is a fairy tale told wrote by preachers
to make people not want to have premarital ***.
If marriage was so great dads would not cheat.
If marriage was great mom and dad would be happy.
Marriage is a prison me and nobody else wants.
Randy Johnson Nov 2015
You're moving in with your girlfriend and many people have congratulated you.
You've asked me to do the same but that is something I can't and won't do.
I won't congratulate you because you and your girlfriend will be living in sin.
I won't condone premarital ***, don't ask for my congratulations ever again.
Yes, I have old-fashioned morals that you consider to be out of date.
I won't congratulate you because you're doing something that God hates.
Morgan Elizabeth Aug 2014
The world we live in from the outside
may seem like a beautiful thing
a perfect sphere
an oasis of life
But in reality
the opinions and thoughts of those
who are lavished in luxury
often trump those
who are controlled by poverty
But when Christians these days
are so blinded by their money
and their fancy cars
and their picture perfect churches
and their American dream of a family
and their playing it safe lives
the forgotten
are behind closed doors
3 million are cutting
depression is trolling
the internet drenched in *******
capturing the hearts and minds
of the children of Light
unrealistic edited images in magazines
are binging and starving our population
to fall into the deadly cycle of eating disorders
while our brother is in church on sunday morning
falling asleep because he is still on his high
from the drugs he put into his body the night before
Our women that we claim to value
are on our street corners with their short skirts
attracting men that scream “I'll respect you!”
when they’ve never been respected themselves
hurt and damaged adults disguised as
Pedophiles walk around
prowling on innocent children who do not know pain
but one day will end up just like their predator
but because that hurt and damaged adult
was sexually abused by His own blood
He has become his own molester

but because no one was listening
no one was watching
and no one offered to pray
the cycle continues day
after day
after
day

Because we live in a world where 19 year old virgins
are an incredibly rare species on earth
and premarital *** has become the norm
binge drinking and partying are wildly accepted
And if you aren’t fighting for gay rights
you are considered intolerant
Being in love is merely old fashioned
and teenage motherhood is televised on MTV
looking for love in all the wrong places
no longer makes sense to the average teen
because love is promised in *** drugs and alcohol
and when it is not found suicide takes it all
Where natural disasters are blamed on God above
but success, beauty and a good economy
are all because of Congress or the President
and while our generation is dying
from a thirst that is believed to be unquenchable
Christians quietly sit in the back
mouths sealed with the ultimate and perfect answer
our pastors merely talk the talk
our homes lives do not scream JESUS
our lives when were alone do not reflect
the ONE who saved us
When we see cutting teens, murderers,
adulterers, and atheists
we are quick to turn the other way
cause God forbid we be a part of it
Because of course change will happen
those missionaries can tell them
their church family will correct them
They can read their bible and figure it out
Jesus will find them

Never did it occur to them
that they may be the only Jesus people ever see
and the only Bible people will ever read

but because no one was listening
no one was watching
and no one offered to pray
the cycle continues day
after day
after
day

Wake up Christians
WE ARE THE BODY
We may be the only Jesus
that those hookers ever encounter
the only one who will ever love
that molester
the only Bible those cutting teens ever read
or the only love those neglected children ever see
We may be the only one who offers food
to that homeless man who hasn’t eaten all day
or the only one who ever prayed
with those veterans with PTSD on the street
or the only Christian that atheist considers to believe
the only hug that depressed person received
the only ounce of joy those ***** girls
experienced since that nightmare of a day
The first time that orphan felt hope
or that ******* saw forgiveness
or that murderer believed in new life
We are the source of revival that this nation needs
We are called to go to the ends of the earth
proclaiming this love
this peace
this fulfillment
this ANSWER
that the ENTIRE world has been yearning for
and do not even know its missing

So Christians
stand up
don’t back down
step out of your comfort zone
we are called to be his royal priesthood
a chosen generation
one who steps out of the darkness and into the light
world changers
Jesus lovers
the ultimate hipsters
in this world full of sin
We only have one calling in life
and if we do not meet that
we have failed

We will NEVER change the world
by standing still
We will NEVER break the cycle
by playing it safe
and we will NEVER see change
until we become a catalyst

but because someone was listening
and someone was watching
and someone offered to pray
the cycle was broken
and redemption
and new life were given
day after day
after day
after
day
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
My HP Poem #1796
©Atul Kaushal
Ladies have you ever heard these statements,
if you love me then let me sleep with you
because a men has some needs. Some guys will
even tell you that if you can't sleep with him,
he will go and sleep with someone else or
dump you. My advice is, Your body is not a
temperature that has to be tested for true
love. Once they are done with you, they will
find another target because premarital *** is
like a bank account, once someone withdraws,
they start loosing some interests. In some
cases premarital *** is like magic, your
boyfriend disappears and a baby appears. Hear
me my daughters on this, WHAT IS IN-BETWEEN
YOUR LEGS can not be traded for anything and
it has to be kept sacred for the right time and
the right person. If you had made mistakes,
you can make corrections and do the right
thing, simply because it has happened, it
doesn't mean that it has to keep happening.
It is better to be dumped and walk away with
your dignity and respect. TRUE LOVE WAITS
Savio Apr 2013
Catherine's Tango
Quiet moonless night lit only by the libido of a white cigarette
Do not
Do not be a poet
propose to a woman
and die with children on your
Denim Soul'd Lap
I am giving up
I am
disfiguring my Rifle
I am
unwashed clothes
tucked into the corner of the bed
where You and She and He and You
sleep
make love
speech
listen to the radio
when it
gives premarital birth
to Jazz C-section
when the radio
sticks its finger down its
electrical throat
attached to the wall
and
Digests Classical Master Pieces of Symphonies

I am 1:42am
an orange pill
2 pennies
3 quarters
a dime
a nickel
molding yogurt
a face sprouting weeds
a body
blooming old age

Tip Toe
unlock my
golden halted door to a chamber of
Lamps that bend and sigh
only to leave you
quite sad
quite misplaced in the sand
asking for water
but all we have
is cold coffee
it has been sitting out for
2 waltz
all of the ceiling's light bulbs
are awake
chattering quietly
like 5am suburbia birds
Pigeons
Crows
The one eyed red robin coasting south for a warm nest
watch out
Lovers are here to stay
they carry
knives and ****** bouquets
Amy Denison Aug 2013
I grew up in a church with a big white steeple
where the tea was sweet and so were the people
they told me to love and taught me to care
but turned on me by the time I grew out my hair

I learned as I aged that they were not so sincere
that these hypocrites would leave me alone in fear
no acceptance or love was shown to me
by the time I lost my premarital virginty

why build a child up with words so sweet
just to later knock her off of her unsteady feet
this "family" left me for their old and sad ways
being labeled as **** for the rest of my days
They told me to write about the family dynamic,
and even though they were careful to say

"The" family dynamic,

I was quite sure they wanted to say

"My" family dynamic.

The way I'm quite sure that when my mother asks if I'm gay,
and if that is the reason I'm sporting a gay pride belly ring,
that she is actually saying,

"I swear to God if you're a **** that's the last straw."

Catholic upbringings seem to only account for politely covering up
hidden agendas, not actually purging them in place of acceptance.

My family dynamic is the blank stare I gave my mother that day.
It is the uncertainty I feel on a daily basis. A constant debate on
whether or not I should send her fragile ideals about me spinning
off their axis, admit to being bisexual. In my mind I always look
her in the eyes and say something along the lines of,

"Don't worry mother, I could never be gay. I enjoy a good hetero ******* too much."

In reality I smile and shake my head.  Leaving her to go on living in a world
where daughters don't have premarital ***, or lose babies, or try to **** themselves.
In a world where her good catholic daughter could never be gay.
Sort of different for me, what do you think?
Sarina Jul 2013
I will read Stag’s Leap again and again until
it stops making sense to my heart, is not my problem anymore.
My mother never told me the story of how she lost
her first husband, much less the second
but I have all these ideas in my head of how she could leave
dad from poetry books like yours,
Sharon Olds. It is what I picked up when my
sunrise split into two blades of grass the wind would carry across
the states, thinking a man I loved could disappear
any time – forget how I picked barbed wire from his chest and
not in the way an ocean forgets it has waves.
Not comfortably. I read your
poems when the world looked like it was made of granola,
eroding from the inside out, I read
Stag’s Leap again and again when he said, no, we do not talk
about her, but it was too quiet not to. I wanted to
talk about things that there are not terms for.
Only so many words one
can say of their memories and feelings because to no one else
are they real – he does not know that the last time I felt
okay with him it was when I fled
his boarding station, smoothing my skirt down
so the train’s breeze wouldn’t touch me. On that day, I wanted
nothing but him to touch me ever again
and there he went, south, leaving with mockingbirds. I
would have waved had I known we were on
a countdown, in the final silent moment of our relationship.
I always knew the hour we last had ***, since Stag’s Leap I now
ask why it is that way. No, we don’t talk about her
but I wonder if ******* a married person still counts as
premarital *** and if I can mourn a man even when he’s right here.
Haven't been writing much recently, but here is one directed towards my favorite poet - Sharon Olds, author of incredible collections such as Stag's Leap.
M Clement May 2015
Hello, dear friends and family,
I write you on behalf of your own dis-functionality. Break away the molds of a less mortal man. Ne'er again will I be what I am. I am anachronistic I'm a flower. I expect sunshine I expect showers. I am lesser than an 8th grade child. Come with me Mr. Rogers, stay awhile.
Ulcers, explosions, colonoscopy, I'd like "things that come from the back side of me" for 500, Alex.
Reflex my mental perceptions and premarital sexuality. I'm Catholic, we're catholic; I think you're understanding me.
I used to write for you, but now I write for me. Pac Man ate my ***** yesterday, and a ghost I shall be.
Fan me the cool feels, fan me the sweet deals; I'd like to make money sometimes, but that's just the worldly me.
Let's be humerus, I'm flexing my skeletal muscles. Bone me twice, I'm flexible: tussle.
An antiperception of lesser mortal men, let us not take umbrage to the second tense of Portman's skin.
I see you, girl; I see you girl. I'm not interested, but that body speaks worlds.
Is that weird? I guess you can admire beauty without falling into lust. I suppose that's normal, save when staring at bust.
Let me anchor you; let me father. I'm not writing for my son, nor my daughter.
There's some serious necessities, there's some serious faults. I love you, and that's the honest truth, but what happens if we're lost? Five more words to go.
X Aug 2014
When replaying conversations you had and words she had said start to make you smile like you just heard that your favorite ice cream shop brought back a limited flavor.
That's when you know.

When you start checking your phone, hoping that she might've accidentally sent something and apologizing for it, planning how you'd casually say 'it's okay' when you'd stop yourself from blurting "I've been waiting for you to say something."
That's when you know.

When a simple "I like your smile." makes you feel lightheaded because of how hard you try to thank her sounding oh so casual while your face would get oh so red.
When you wake up realizing that you've started to sleep text her.
That's when you know.

When you find yourself wondering what she thinks about you.
What she thinks about abortions.
What she thinks about marriage.
Premarital ***.
***..
What she'd think about ***..
..With you
When you find yourself wondering how her hands would feel going down your bare back
If her whispers in your ear would make your back arch
If your ears would ever let go of the sound of her kissing you
If her kisses would be gentle
Or if they'd leave purple marks over your body
When you wouldn't mind either or.
That's when you know.

When you find yourself wondering if she had thought about you too.
When you know that if she asked, you'd try letting go of the things that you've held on to for so long.
That's when you know.
When she's been in your head for over ten minutes.
That's when you know.
You're ******.
Korina Aug 2018
Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future...
Stay pure...
No I’m not just saying it
Because it’s the
“Parent” thing to say
No I’m not just saying it
Because premarital ***
Isn’t ok...
No I’m not just saying it
Because you are my
one and only
Baby girl
I’m saying it
Because purity
Destroys darkness
In a filthy cruel world
Keep the potency
Of your innocence
Tuck between your shrine
If he doesn’t commit
Tell him to step behind
A queen in the making
An angel in disguise
An ezer for a real man
Who wants to own his light...
Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future
Working for the man
Is not in your plan
And I wish I learned this sooner
You are strong, black and gifted
You are the backbone of this land
Don’t let this world profit
Off the hard work of your hands
Start your business with integrity
And never sell yourself short
I never want you to Slave like me
I want you to know self worth
And when they try to tell you
Your dreams won’t it...
And they make you want to cry
Tell them... I don’t dream
I promise

Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future
Stay close to God
You are so brilliant
In your spirit
When you pray
God hears it!

I may fail you on some days
But understand
God will not
Know that when the world
Is crumbling
He is our Rock
He will hear all your cries
He will provide you with hope
And the tools you need in life
He will cover you in a latter rain
To help my beautiful rose
Outgrow the pain...
Dear daughter...
I don’t have it all figured out
But if I can save you
From the strife I faced
I have faith you will be alright
jeffrey conyers Sep 2018
The biggest lies told is we talk to our children.
Especially about ***.
Wrong!

Many adults avoid it mostly.
And at a high rate.
And only in certain circles and surroundings do truth ever spoken.

Church, speak about saving yourself for marriage.
Sounds good.
Sounds really good.
But once trapped into a marriage by saving your purity.

And finally getting hitched.
Or marry.
What if?
The lady of choice states she likes to make love once a week.
And the man of choice seeks it more.
Or vice versa n this situation.
Don't you see a mess about to be created?

Some have nothing against premarital ***.
So is it right or is it wrong?
Remember, as with all things it depends upon the person.

And many of these loving saints failed to follow things they preach.
Many of their own kids know math and can add.

If you seventeen and mom and dad only been married for sixteen.
They you know what happens?
They probably never told the truth to the whole story.

So saving yourself is a personal choice.
Sketcher Jul 2019
168
The 168,
Departed late,
A character trait,
Of public transit,
So here I sit,
On this black bench,
In the hot hot sun,
The bus threw a wrench,
Into my fun,
The longer I wait,
The more I think,
The bus won’t come,
Within the next blink,
This is my life,
Without a car,
Without a wife,
I’m going far,
With my girlfriend,
After I mend,
Our broken understandings,
And premarital demandings,
Now the bus is here,
And I bust a rhyme,
And I bus around,
From time to time,
I have to go,
But I’ll be back,
Don’t do drugs kids,
Stay away from crack.
rufus Oct 2015
Last September 22, 2015, the high school students and faculty gathered in the SJA Hall for the formal opening of the Catechetical Week. It is usually called “Catechetical Sunday” for it is celebrated annually on the Third Sunday of September, the 25th Sunday in Ordinary Time, but in St. Joseph’s Academy, they celebrate it for five days. This is the time people reflect on the mission given to them by Christ. It is when they remember that they are witnesses of the Gospel. This year, it held the theme “Safeguarding the Dignity of Every Human Person.”

In Ms. Bautista’s introduction, she reminded everyone of what baptism is about. The theme says that the people of God are created in His image and likeness. It tells that their baptism is not just a sacrament given to them because they deserve to be welcomed in the Christian community, but it is both a mission and a blessing given by Christ so that they could actively preach His Word and cherish a human life guided and protected by Him. This sacrament tells that you must endeavor the teachings of Jesus, that you must live for Christ and at least try to do good because you were initiated in His name.

Mr. Hidalgo then elaborated the message of the theme through his opening remarks. He explained every word starting from “safeguarding.” This word means “protection,” and is synonym to being vigilant. The next word is “dignity,” which the students said to be the rights and privacy of every person. Mr. Hidalgo also explained the message of the theme: “We are created in the image and likeness of God.” He enlisted the reasons why:
1. Our God is a loving God. A man is also capable of loving.
2. Our God is good. A man, by nature, is good.
3. Our God is a merciful God. A man has a forgiving capability.
4. Our God is Trinitarian. A man is a social being.
5. Our God is powerful and almighty. A man is a steward of God’s living Creation.

After Mr. Hidalgo’s explanation, he introduced a shadow play prepared by the students from 10th grade. It showed how the Lord commanded to the man and the woman, “Go and subdue the Earth.” They did, but it came with disobedience. This play also reminded everyone of the sins created by men in this present world. It showed the threats to human dignity like *** change, same *** marriage, child abuse, prostitution, child labor, human trafficking, graft and corruption, premarital ***, abortion, impurity of mind and heart, cheating, laziness and bad vices.
The program ended with the announcement of all the activities that will be done during the Catechetical Week, including poster-making, quiz bees and door decorations.
HI CHA! Edit mo nalang and give a title. Sabi ni Nate, "Safeguarding The Dignity Of Every Human Person: Catechetical Week Celebrated" nalang daw title, but ikaw bahala. Then he also said na kapag na-edit na yung article, submit to Dolon or Ben. 4 paragraphs lang yan, sabi ni Nate dapat daw 3 lang. Please help me edit yung 2nd paragraph because I think marami namang hindi importante dyan... Although hindi naman siya mali or opinions kasi lahat naman yan nakabase lang dun sa mga sinabi nung program, pero omit words na rin para mas umikli siya. Parang ang haba kasi eh. Masyadong descriptive. Thank you for the help Chaaaa! :)
Ultrasound allowed, enabled
and provided obstetrician to zoom,
image courtesy sonogram
showing fledgling fetus,
thus we pledged our troth after spouses' womb
(approximately halfway
between her pregnancy) did balloon
******, wherein conception
delineated birth of eldest daughter,
and many a tomb
morrow later she resides in Oakland, California.

I attempt reasonable rhyme about...
oh happy yesteryear
when newly minted groom (me) wed bride
family in attendance cried
as Justice of Peace officiated as legal guide
extolling pregnancy of she who could not hide
figurative bun in the oven which matured inside
after two gametes fused and multiplied
countless times quickly birthing embryo
baby on the way nullified
application of premarital ***
and attendant use of contraceptives.

Clear out of the blue
thee wife asked me
opinion if wedded bliss between us
ha, how heretical to think otherwise
since romance long since flew
out the figurative window
impossible mission to feign significant other
analogous to brand new
alluring, beguiling, captivating... tchotchke.

All kibitizing aside, a requited love with zeal
I attest invisible spokes support unseen wheel
when turning sparking genuine care and concern
act as buffer against emotional hemorrhage
and received good housekeeping approval seal
more applicable to most recent
elapsed wedding day anniversaries
ex post facto after both daughters flew the coop
finding me reeling with empty nest syndrome,
whenever yours truly reviews mental newsreel,
now absence of offspring, akin
to psychological wound I did heal
no longer mourning natural course
of begetting progeny more readily
accepting their necessary autonomy doth appeal.

Though marriage devoid of physical intimacy wife
get along swimmingly, we exhibit less strife
than days of yore effulgence promulgated
to all readers unbeknownst to human life
form characterized by bloke,
whose words appeared across screen
exemplifying, embodying, and edifying
regarding beloved simian counterpart
bandying playfully sometimes
drubbing and drumming my body
while she (commandeering
certain orifices of her body)
emulates sounds of fife.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2020
Oh, saved and waiting many ladies state.
For that special man to give themselves.
No pleasure before marriage.

Saved and waiting.
Not that it's better than those that gave of themselves to someone they feel they love.

It's more like a preference.

Men, aware of that save and waiting take pride in that lady.
Propose to her and soon have a baby.
And then he left.

He never loved her but knew her story.
He played the part of an actor to achieve his goal.
And he succeeded in using her to his ways of thinking.

All because she pushed been saved and waiting for that special one.
And, now here she is with a child and no man because he has gone.

When friends?
Ask him did he ever love her?
He always replied an answer of no.

But to get her in bed to take her temple.
He used the game of manipulation of her been saved and waiting.
Taking advantage of her principles.

All because she was against premarital *** without marriage.
Now that he achieved his goal.

He replies to her once, there is nothing great about being saved and waiting.
But many women daily is used by an actor of pretense.

— The End —