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Thy womb
blessed and gifted
What more to ask
What more to wish for
You carry your blood
You can sing a lullaby
put her to sleep
Your sweet angel
But you cry in disgust
for the gift you have
while others were deprived of
You-
ungrateful woman
Didn't you know
I was wanting your place
Blessed are thy womb
that you cannot see
I hate issues about uncaring mothers,  unwanted pregnancy  and abortion. Having a child is gift... if only it is given to those who really wanted it.
Church
Where you should go to confess your sins
A place I have hardly been
I have had no real cause
It has been hard for me to follow those good laws
Yes, I guess a real dog
Of why, I do not have a long monologue
With the preacher I have never had a dialogue
God knows !!
Something that I chose
Living within the Devil's shadow
That was then
This is now
It's Sunday
Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
When Christ shall come
With a shout of acclaimation
To take me home what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great thou art
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art
It's Sunday
!!
Church
Is now my place
it opened it's door
and showed me so much more
Now
I want you to tell me how
With all these clouds
How our love can be allowed
Regardless of our promise
of our vow
I don't know
After you went solo
Our love you overthrow  
When you let everything go
Bringing us down so low
It has not been that long ago
I think his name was Joe
What a low blow
It still burns
As the world still turns
Lesson learned
Loving you what as it earned
You will not listen to my terms
They are firm
I see through the charm
No matter the tears or the performance
It is of no importance
With all the clouds
It is storming
Because you gave no warning
I am listening

How?
You can tell me
now
!!
 Jan 2017 Allen Robinson
Pax
1%
 Jan 2017 Allen Robinson
Pax
1%
There's something about
Love that you
wouldn't
know.
×
if 99%
of your life
ends up
in failure
that 1%
of luck
for love
is enough
to rebuild
yourself.
I guess in my file i never got that 1%, one of the reason why i wrote "unlucky". I think its enough for me to say this hypothesis. My failures are always on a safe distance to be okay, so even though this is just an observation, i still think 1% though very small, its enough for a person to stay tough and move through to life and love. Thanks for reading.
tepid waters do not lie
gale is to cyclone
as rain to thundercloud
no amount of counter-spin
will make them anything other
than atmospheric unrest

El Niño, La Niña
how to read
the unsettled waters
upwelling from the deep
what should feed us
leaves us starving, weak

orcas encircle their kin
emaciated mother, tiny calf
dying from ocean’s lack
while we look on and moan
all the power to change
if we only cared to own it
In the Strait of Juan de Fuca (between Washington state and Vancouver Island, Canada) a resident female orca recently died from what scientists believe to be malnutrition and environmental toxins.  Her young male calf likely died as well, he was too young to survive without a mother.  The last aerial photos taken of the mother and calf show her emaciated, held afloat by family members. A heartbreaking sight.

On the heels of these deaths, there is increasing concern that this resident pod of orcas, numbering about 80 individuals, is declining to the point where it can’t recover.
The cold end of a moonless night
I was drifting in a graveyard
Where the stones spoke of who rested there;
“Loving Son”, “Dear Mother”, “Veteran”, “Beloved Child”.

I was drawn to a tombstone marked “Unknown”.
The burden of being buried without the
Comfort of a name weighed heavy on me as the
Sky lit softly, pushing back the darkness.
And I knew it was time again to slip beneath
The nameless stone where I must wait for night to call me up
And I can search until I find enough tears shed for me
To equal those I caused.
Dark again
Darker than
Colourless sounds
From ceiling to walls
Always
Strange doors
Like gaping mouths
Dragging tears
Cracking open
Screams of silence

A day or night
Then comes the light
At long weary last
Ended future
Useless past
Nothing holds
Narrow roads
Damaged junction
There's a time
Comes the light
Follow the light

                          By Phil Roberts
Make of this what you will.
Can you not
Spare a soft word
You look at her
With devouring eyes
Grasp her in your arms
Pull her close
Anger when another dares touch
But yet
You do not speak
Not what she needs to hear
Tell her she is beautiful
When you hold her near
Speak not only with actions at hand
You are woman, I am man
When you stake your claim
For the world to see
Lean towards her ear
Whisper you are mine my dear
Be not only a lover of the flesh
Speak that she is tantalizing
When both you mesh
It should not be hard
To utter the sound
From your gullet
Out of your mouth
Those lips produce
Ectasy abound
Create more
With words from whence for
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