The Killing Room By Dennis Lange

The safest place on earth should be the womb,
Wrapped by maternal love instilled by God above.
But love of self makes it a killing room.

It’s woman’s greatest glory and her plume
That God made her the one, to bear a daughter, son.
The safest place on earth should be the womb.

A child is weaved in her; she is the loom.
Conception’s grand event – new human’s great advent.
But love of self makes it a killing room.

A tiny bud is just a folded bloom
Woe to the gardener who snips – the murderer!
The safest place on earth should be the womb.

Too oft, the wicked rides upon her broom
And sweeps away the child that has her life defiled,
And love of self makes it a killing room.

There is no right to bring another doom.
The murder’s always wrong, e’en when it’s sung as song.
The safest place on earth should be the womb,
But love of self makes it a killing room.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

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Clementine by Percy Montross

………………………..Clementine

In a cavern in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine. 

…Chorus (after each couplet):
…Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling Clementine,
…You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. 

Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number
…nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine. 

Drove her ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. 

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas, for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine. 

In a churchyard, near the canyon, where the myrtle doth
…entwine,
There grow roses and other posies fertilized by Clementine. 

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to droop and pine,
Thought he ought to join his daughter, now he’s with his
…Clementine. 

In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments
…soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to kiss her, now she’s dead, I draw the
…line.

 

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