You often are anxious
'Bout what tomorrow wombs
Bearing in your burly bosom
The scrap of fractured dreams, plus
The plight of postterm pregnancy
Occasioned by a closed cervix uteri.
And another year is gone again;
Sailing on a silent sea
With the wings of time flapping
I let a solemn bell toll
For the sum we add is the sum we lose
And man counts up to time limit.
But would fractured dreams mend
When fires are not dead?
For though fulfilment seems to sojourn somewhere faraway
Still, the spirit seeks with ardent tenacity.
When hope is not forsaken
Would the child come to birth?
Whether yes or no,
On earth dreams may crash
And hope, clouded forever in illusion;
But in dreamland beyond the earthly cares
Where man's soul delights in forever bliss
A never failing promise remains for us.
Cervix is a secret Tunnel..
It took me a long time to reach it..
I have seen the depts and deeper truth..
The deeper we go in cervix the more
Ozzy it becomes..
I earned my phD from Eva Elfie Selfie...
Note.Abortion is legal in some countries...
A labor of love
Frequent contractions
Bloody show appears
Belly and back pain
Her water breaks now
The baby drops
Loosened-up joints
Cervix dilates
Cramps are intense
Nauseous mom
Start the drugs
Feeling great
Bear down
Push out
Birth
May 18, 2022
**Side note: John Gondolf read my first Diminished Hexaverse poem about the end of life (Finis Vitae) and suggested that I write one about the beginning of life. Thank you for the wonderful tip John. I'm always up for an intriguing challenge.
The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch
I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I feel like a bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just a routine smear
Not nookie with Peter or Jimbo
I think its's a total outrage
Girls are denied smears due to age
If detected early
It could have saved Shirley
And youngsters like Amber and Paige
In England cervical smears are offered to women aged 25 to 64. Personally, I think the age should be reduced as women in their early 20's have died as they have been deemed too young for a cervical smear screening. Whilst the test is uncomfortable it only takes a few minutes to be done and it could save young lives
* Third stanza added 01/15/22 -The names Shirley fitted the rhyme scheme and I've read about Paige Hart who was diagnosed with cancer aged 24. I've been made aware of Amber's Law and fully support the change of age to 18.
https://amberslaw.org/about-us/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/9952172/woman-cervical-cancer-25-smear-test
01/14/22
The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
Go ahead and tell them
Look them in their bright young eyes
Tell them they're going to hell
For love
If they want salvation
They must go against their god-given nature
They must repent and regret and repress
They must reproduce
Because love doesn't exist without it
God forgive them if they're sterile
God forgive the cervix cancer that takes her
God forgive the dead seed that he sows
Because their love will be forbidden
Like it is for all the dastardly barren homosexuals
What a joke
What a horrible joke
Oh yes
It's a choice
Love is a choice
We choose to be hated, we choose to be hurt
We choose to be thrown out on the street and kicked and shouted at and killed
Go ahead and tell them you won't hate us
But you'll look the other way when terrible things happen to us
You'll offer us salvation
If only we destroy ourselves
Take to the birth canal to climb out
Don't hurt mother or her humble womb
Leave the cervix intact, alone
Climb into the light through tears
See it for what it is and move on
Grow from a child into life alive
Become a teenager wise, clear eyed
Watch out for criminals with knives
Keep your undulating travels straight
Stay awake, alert and vital
Take to the grave but never die
Be alive until it is your time to go
Go where no man has gone before
Take me with you because you can
Take me because you know
Take me because I said so
Let go because you should
Let go because it is time to
Take to the birth canal again if you can
Tell your mother and a friend or two
Speak gently in a tone they understand
Hug them if you want to
(You may never come again)
prior to passing thru cervix, buck naked bare
this grandson of Aaron, the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire
evinced (as shown via ultra sound),
which at birth became crystal clear,
an obsessive compulsive prone
human being, endear
ringly cute as a baby monkey possessed fear
some countenance tipping the scales needled gear
greater or lesser than seven pounds
(minus or plus a few ounces)
with a mass of dreaklocked hair,
otherwise a gangly sack of many a lovely bone,
whereat obstetricians
could not help himself but jeer
thus upon exiting birth cana; found him twirling loose
kinky follicular fibers accord
ding to medical records,
a combination of his being bored
(with a really lee super strong arm penchant)
to sport dreadlocks, tough as hemp cord
an anomaly, which no app could com pare,
boot nonetheless highly adored
resembling inimitable indestructible filaments,
when taut could lift off the ground a board
dillow, which no reference manual could address
even topnotch experts queried, could not explain
I exist this is my nexus
I exist make my way through the mist
I exist escaping from a cervix
I exist so life will persist
I exist even if fate tried to resist
I exist though premature, i'm so nervous
I exist prevail with a clenched fist
I exist through forked tongues and a hiss
I exist so I saw much happiness
I exist so i've seen a lot of sadness
I exist in case you missed this
I exist life isn't a list
I exist until i'm lifeless
Hearken When the Body Talks
Any minor hint of bodily pain
Never ignore and never disdain
This could be some telltale sign
Of what may deadly malign.
It may start as a minor pinch
That swells to fatally lynch....
It may sprout as a tiny wart
That will spread to every part....
Good servant is our prostate-
Aggrieved, it turns an apostate.
Cervix to be frequently checked
Averts it being fully wrecked!
Never remain cold or be mum
While nursing a swollen gum
Nor suspect: “it’s the breeze.”
When you continually sneeze...
You did not swallow dry bones
Nor ingest some raw prawns....
When suffering a runny tummy
Quickly alert sweet mummy!
Nay, when eyes are bloodshot
You are not upset-you are not.
But, be wary of a lurking bug
That in future you may not shrug!
JM
05th January 2014
Too Much Fuss Over a Baby
By Elton Camp
The royal cervix will open wide
Out a prince or princess will slide
Red, wrinkled, ugly as hell
Nobody dares the truth tell
The royal vernix on royal skin
A messy way for life to begin
Gender may be hard to determine
If it’s born wearing royal ermine
With a royal frown on its face
To minister, servants will race
With its royal fate decreed,
It’s what the British need
Another economic parasite
To add to the royal blight