Pro-choice AmeriKa

a

Poem

A little girl, she's only fourteen

The pagan Hollywood pop-culture

Lies to her and now her morals stray

Now ain't that Obama's AmeriKa

We're not a Christian people anyway

She is a Mother

A fellow Citizen is in her womb

NARAL's cry is for Reproductive Justice

The human being is butchered

Into pieces of flesh

A vacuum neatly sucks him

Into the medical waste bin

His body and soul are forgotten by us

He doesn't need a name

Now ain't that Pro-choice AmeriKa

Home of the baby Killer

Land of the Presidential Abortionist

Who pays for this Crime Against Humanity

The American Taxpayer pays for this Genocide

Planned Parenthood just counts their gold

Now ain't that the US Congress' AmeriKa

Home of the Washington D.C.  Bureaucrat

These Privileged Ruling Class

Land of the Peasant cowards and Traitors

What-the-Fuck,

There's too few of us Patriots today

Our Second Amendment right is
Bestowed by our Creator, Almighty God,
Our eternal Father
It is an unalienable right

It is today, a right vilified
And rescinded
By Lucifer's minions

A disarmed Citizen
Is a terrorized Peasant
Who bows his knee and lowers his head
Not to God, but to
His Emperor

History repeats itself ...

How long can this Republic stay free

We've murdered 56 Million souls

Sacrificed their innocence in our

Abortion Holocaust

Oh, but we're not through

Mocking and Sinning against our Creator

Sit in the Church pews, look down the aisle

I see two men, holding hands and smiling

The 'christian' Pastor asks the question,

Both men answer, "I do."

Now ain't that Sodom and Gomorrah

Home of Sodomites and Pedophiles

This is my beloved Constitutional Republic

Bibles, Guns and Families

I'M TAKING IT BACK

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Copyright © ralph Marie de largo Photography Studio

Poem

Copyright © ralph Marie de largo

@ProLifePoet

24 March 2013

Palm Sunday of the Passion of our Lord

234 Words

As the Colors Wave

As the Colors wave

See the teenage mother,

with a child in her womb

and anguish upon her tormented face

Standing in a cold, dark door-way

of a Planned Parenthood Clinic

As Pro-Lifers kneel and pray

The Holy Rosary

The mother is wrestled around her arm,

by a wide-eyed, black surgical gowned

woman screaming curses and threats

at the side-walk kneeled Prayers

As the teenage mother sobs

tears wetting her face

The black clothed woman

throws the mother

into the clinic lobby

and she locks-tight the glass doors

behind her

As the daughter of Satan

Cecile Richards smiles

and counts her tax-payer funded

blood-money

A teenage girl, who once carried life,
is alone and morally lost

is walking the busy streets aimlessly,

her eyes empty of life

and her abdominal cramps

bend her over to vomit

As Lucifer, Prince of Lies

smirks and proudly

embraces his Democrat Party

His first disciple

barack hussein obama

speaks,

"Planned Parenthood is not going anywhere."

As Citizens elect a Pro-choice
bastard bureaucrat to public office
and they turn their eyes from our
Abortion Holocaust
to look another way

Our Republic dies with
55.7 Million fellow Citizens
are denied their God given
Right to Life

My fellow Americans
release the righteous
Christian Rage
within you

As we Patriots extinguish
our Republic of these
baby killing genocidal monsters,
voting them from public office

Abolish Prochoice Abortion Genocide

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Copyright © ralph marie de largo

Twitter @ProLifePoet

30 October 2013

And God said,

And God said,

A

Poem

All creation belongs to

Him

Look up into the heavens

Both day and night

See the blazing sunrise

The deep blue sky is a hue

That every Artist yearns

To possess with pigments, brush and canvas

Generations of men have epic failures

Never to paint its true majesty

Sunset, like a fiery ball

Descending into the earth's crust

Behold, the dark velvet dome above

Sparkling lights and illuminated disks

Like diamonds, pearls and precious gem stones

Can any vision be more beautiful

And God said,

Righteous men and pure of heart

Her gaze penetrates a man's soul

Look into her fathomless brown eyes

The heavens pale

My beloved Lorelei

All creation belongs to
Him
Cradle a rose in your hands

Most cherished flower
In any man's garden
Shakespeare's words are timeless

A deep red hue is so brilliant
And
The sunlight multiplies the scarlet
Into color every
Photographer
Anguishes his life-time
To capture in print

Only to reproduce a shadow of its
Allure

Every fashion designer
Would give his life
For its fragrance
Just one trace of smell in his perfume

Can any passion of our senses
Be more fulfilling

And God said,

Righteous men and pure of heart
I decree, her lips
Every man shall yearn to kiss
And
Her fragrance and color
Makes a rose wan

My beloved Lorelei

All creation belongs to
Him
I dare you to ask for her friendship

When you are lonely
She is there

When you need a thoughtful word
Her words comfort

Who is she really
She keeps you guessing
You shall  never know

Don't try and understand her
Feminine wiles

Know her, love her and be blessed
With her amity

My beloved Lorelei



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Poem
Copyright © 19 February 2013


287 Words

My Lorelei

My Lorelei

a

Poem

The dunes on the beach

Is cold at night

Sand is a nuisance

Slipping between my cloths

But

The cool night's air

Fill my lungs with life

And

The stars above us

Twinkle n' flash

Like brilliant diamonds

My sleep is warm and comforting

When I reach for my Lorelei

She is her own

Role Model

Not swayed by Hollywood glamour

Strong willed and defiant

Sometimes I wonder

If my thoughts really matter

But

I'm certain of God's love

He created her

Just for me

My life would be

Empty and bleak

If I could not reach

For my Lorelei

Her mood swings

Perplex me

Our last smoke

She'll never share

But

Her touch

Makes me scream

And

I know that I'm alive

Come hell or high water

Earthquake or drought

I know that she'll be there

When I reach for my Lorelei

finis

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Copyright © Dax McKenzie

Poem

Coyright © ralph Marie de largo

16 february 2013

@ProLifePoet

Twitter®

146 Words

ghost ship

Ghost Ship

Each night

I drop my head

To the pillow to sleep

My mind slumbers

Its poetic genius rests

But

My heart stays awake

Like a lone Naval sentry

In the dark night

Guarding a Fort Anchorage

His orders, "Let no ship pass."

His eyes are fixed

Look over the ramparts

To the sea

He searches the horizon

Diligent, he never sleeps

The stars and shining

Crescent moon

Illuminate the ripples

Of massive waves pounding the rocky shore

He knows she's coming

As each night before

It's too frightening a vision

First he hears

The sharp bow smashing the waves

Ship's keel cuts the watery foam

And the phantom vessl

Makes head-way, makes head-way

Fear grips him

But his post he stands

And he faces the sea

With only a musket

In his hands

First he sees

Break the horizon quick

Five large white square sails

Rigged to foremast and then

Comes into view

White canvas sheets, so many

Reefed to yards hanging upon

Main and mizzen raked masts

All sails wind-swelled and firm
Taut to Ship's running rigging
Like a young maiden's bosom
Filling her bra, two sizes too small

His eyes attracted to the ship's physique
Like a lady's laced corset

Giving feminine erotic silouette

To her breasts, waist n' pelvis

Draped from the mizzen-mast

Graceful folds of a flying banner

Red, white, red bands

Maple leaf centered Colors

l' Unfolié

In the sentries next heart-beat

The Clipper Ship

Is upon him

Frozen in fear
He hadn't time

To sound the alarm

The ghostly ship

Draws near, draws near

Her mahogany wood deck shines

Black ebony trims her gunwales

Magnifying her elegant sheer line

All her sails glow

Whiter than new fallen snow

Sea-worthy and graceful upon the water

Is her long svelte hull

Like muscular legs

Of a ballerina upon her toes

Her stern is

Sturdy n' well built

Like the buttocks

Of a dancing show gerl

The last that

He sees in this

Ship Apparition

She passes into harbor

Beneath the bowsprit
Carved in mineral gold
The head, face, hair
Voluptuous breasts
Of a woman so beautiful
No poet's words could constrain

Her shrill voice is like
A kinswoman of Satan
The figure-head looks into his eyes

She screams the
Naval Sentry's name

Her words curse

"Damn you.  Damn you."
"Go away.  Go away."
"I'll  not have you stay."

My mind awakens
From its sleep
Unconcerned about
The Heart's epic woe

The day is like
Any other day
Sun-rise --- Sun-set

I drop my head
To the pillow to sleep

finis

Photography

Photo Credit Copyright © Dax McKenzie

Poem

Poet laureate

Copyright © ralph Marie de largo

15 February 2013

@ProLifePoet

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