Vasectomy
A Poem by Joel M Frye
perhaps i'm simply aselfish old cusswho didn't wantto have the ballsor the responsibilityof teaching achildofallthings howto survivethe exponentially e x p a n d i n gviralmadnessasphyxiating un-common sensehow to singa silent hymnto reasonwhen those who screamat nothings in thedarkare the most saneamong usto livewhen lifehas less valuethan the few gramsof leadit takes toendit.
© 2013 Joel M Frye
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This is the best poem I have read here all day. Thank you for sharing it. I used to live in St Petersburg, Fl, and Temple Terrace, Fl. Wonderful cities.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you kindly, James. Much appreciated.
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11 Years Ago
It's only one man's answer, Kathie. I adopted two children in my first marriage; the experience poi.. read moreIt's only one man's answer, Kathie. I adopted two children in my first marriage; the experience pointed out to me what a lousy father I made. All I did was make the cap permanent, so that no child would have to be raised by me. If that disturbs you, it cant be helped.
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11 Years Ago
I review too quickly, I'm sorry. These words are beautiful, but as to the underlying moral implicat.. read moreI review too quickly, I'm sorry. These words are beautiful, but as to the underlying moral implications: there is nothing wrong with abortion, some of the greatest angels I have bedded and loved, they have had them. They are beautiful creatures as well, those beating-hummingbird hearts that have had abortions, those loves of mine. I remember once standing in line in the abortion clinic, as sad as it was for us, me and my love, both so heavily addicted to methadone, knowing it was the best decision....and some protester calling her a w***e, as if she were some witch to be burned. I saw her eyes brimming, and I hurled an unopened can on coca cola into the nearest protester, loving release of blood from his lip. That lovely angel of mine, she still made it into the clinic, and I went to jail. And I slept so easy that night. I still, when having a hard time sleeping, relish the bright red blood that slipped down the jaw of that hateful, spiteful, stigma that stood in our way.
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11 Years Ago
Kathie...James...please refer to the title of the poem. I am NOT speaking of abortion.
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11 Years Ago
The decision was made nearly 20 years ago, victoria...Chris Aechtner's poem on HP just brought the t.. read moreThe decision was made nearly 20 years ago, victoria...Chris Aechtner's poem on HP just brought the thought process to the forefront again. Thanks for smiling with me.
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11 Years Ago
My poems are my children, LA...the legacy I can leave that is truly of my own making.
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11 Years Ago
Family is not a blank check post-dated for eternity, serah. Some accounts, when compromised, are be.. read moreFamily is not a blank check post-dated for eternity, serah. Some accounts, when compromised, are best closed.
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Joel M FryeSt Petersburg, FL
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