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 Aug 2020 Coventry Evans
Bob B
(This poem can be sung to the tune of the traditional Scottish folk song "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean.")

D.T.:
“Oh, I have no problem with war crimes,
Though some people might disagree.
That anything goes is my doctrine.
No, war crimes do not bother me.

(Chorus)
“War crimes, war crimes,
Oh, war crimes do not bother me, not me.
War crimes, war crimes,
No, war crimes do not bother me.

“Some people frown upon torture.
They think it's cruel and perverse.
But I think that it can be useful.
Restrictive rules are such a curse.

“War crimes, war crimes,
Oh, war crimes do not bother me, not me.
War crimes, war crimes,
No, war crimes do not bother me.

“Terrorists are a big nuisance.
But one way to spoil their plots
Is to go after their loved ones.
Then they might have second thoughts.

“War crimes, war crimes,
Oh, war crimes do not bother me, not me.
War crimes, war crimes,
No, war crimes do not bother me.

“Soldiers out there who've committed
War crimes are heroes, you see.
I'll gladly give them a pardon
‘Cause war crimes do not bother me.

“War crimes, war crimes,
Oh, war crimes do not bother me, not me.
War crimes, war crimes,
No, war crimes do not bother me.

“To leaders who rule other countries,
Listen to me, for I swear
I'll bomb your cultural centers.
Let ALL the world's nations beware.

“War crimes, war crimes,
Oh, war crimes do not bother me, not me.
War crimes, war crimes,
No, war crimes do not bother me.”

-by Bob B (1-8-20)
methane and maybe online shopping?

he once said that there would be no sheep
if we all ate vegetables only

i suggested there may still be
yet wild
free to live a gentle life like me

cheese is where i fail
i fried it yesterday like
my foster mother made
for supper

her husband down in the studio
the bell between them to call

he was at dunkirk
stuck in the water
hours, & shot in the leg

there were other care
places in the past

now i don’t care
there are no records
they say there was a fire

or something

he painted golden sunsets
over the sea
limped and was kinda nice
i remember

i am wearing last year’s sandals
and got changed after gardening
to look tidy

a first
this lockdown

james

things tucked in nicely
since all this excercise
walking and cutting things

back
Sometimes it’s hard to put into words
Or fully figure out exactly what to write about:
Today I want to write about something I’ve never felt
Something I most likely will never feel
Something I probably will never become...
I have never been pregnant
I most likely will never become pregnant
I probably will never become a mother
I have never felt you kick in my belly
I will never feel the anxiousness of being pregnant
I will never be able to hold you, love you or care for you
But I feel like I have already...
Is that weird to think or believe?
Am I strange for even writing or thinking about it?
What if at some point I was pregnant but never knew it?
Even though I never will know that feeling
Or experience that feeling of you growing inside of me and loving you the first time our eyes meet
I am writing this to you....
My never for seen child...
I would love you
Care for you
Explore with you
Even if you never have existed
I carry you with me always
I hope you are with me too
I would have been a great mother, and you would have had an amazing father...
Maybe one day in heaven
We’ll get our wish of being parents
But for now, I love with this depression of never knowing you...
                                    Love always,
                      A mother who will never be...
I found this poem I wrote two years ago. Wow. Tears started rolling when I reread this. The part that really got me “ what if I was pregnant and never know it”. Well, obviously I was writing this to my future self. Since I was pregnant and didn’t know it until I was having my miscarriage. May 11 will always be a hard day. It’ll be coming up on 4 months since my miscarriage and I still don’t feel like I fully
Understand what happened...
 Aug 2020 Coventry Evans
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Quiet sunlight falls through this mosaic ceiling
The tendrils of life dance slowly
With grace they kiss the underworld
Nothing is forgotten here

My breath is cautious
My heart whispers
Quieter yet quieter we become
Listening to the music of such silence....
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