Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


I Wish She'd Said, "No"

If your boyfriend pressures you, to do something best not done,
Please say, “No,” lest later, you regret what you didn’t shun.
In fact, even he, may also wish that you had said, “No,”
For pain could afflict you both, deliver a hammer blow.

Then you blaming him, and he blaming you, for the misery,
That being, the consequences of your, “Yes,” your laxity.
Sure he pressured you, but you could’ve and should’ve said, “No,”
Though, you’re both responsible, as far as the results go.

That’s why he’s feeling somewhat justified in blaming you,
After all, as far as a tango goes, it does take two.
You didn’t have to say, “Yes,” for you have freedom of choice,
But instead, for whatever reasons, you bowed to his voice.

And so it goes, unfortunately, and, too commonly,
The “Yes,” the pain, the blame, the falling-out, eventually.
And all because of one little word that gave the okay,
One that sometimes is too unwise or injurious to say.

“I wish she’d said no,” is what some boys have no doubt said,
After the seed that was sown proved to be an arrowhead.
One that entered her heart, and bloodied him too, consequently,
A bullet that ricocheted, a boomerang, effectively.

I’m not unsympathetic towards those who’re pressured so,
For pressuring I don’t condone, it’s the tool of a foe.
However, it must be said, it’s that, “Yes,” that opens the gate,
And that it’s those who say, “Yes,” who problems for both create.

Where you’re unlawfully forced, it’s not your fault — which all know,
But when you say, “Yes,” you’re the creator of your own woe.
That is, if you said, “Yes,” to the wrong thing — always unwise,
A sure way to see trouble and unhappiness arise.

Oh yes, “I wish he’d said no,” is also how it can go.

By Lance Landall

Unmarried Mums

Every mother needs a husband — that is, a partner who’ll stand by her and her children too, committedly,
Rather than those selfish males who have their fill, their fun, and then leave for some other pasture, irresponsibly.
Such is the plight of many solo mums, many of them very young, and who were pressured sexually,
And who submitted to such not wanting to lose that boy they cared for — one who left them anyway, sadly.

Thus many young mums are left to raise their child or children alone, midst dealing with shattered dreams, tragically,
And there on their own, they feeling need of company, company they had a right to, and permanently.
For not only was a child conceived and born, but weren’t they living as a couple? — married effectively,
Or was that child simply the result of their dating — pressure again, perhaps — empty promises, maybe?

Well, whatever be the case, no mother should be left to raise a child alone, for that child isn’t just hers,
But also his — so where is he — and why must it be the mother who suffers? — yes, how often such occurs.
And oh dear, how often those poor solo mothers are stigmatised, come not shown the thought that they should be shown,
For we all make mistakes when we’re young, hence why when we’re older and wiser we oft say, “If only I’d known.”

Yes, we’re quick to judge, but young emotions, pressures and influences oft waylay the best of kids and plans,
Their tender years oft being badly handled, and then there’re those broken homes, and thus things are  taken out of their hands.
Sure there’s promiscuity, such hardly to be condoned, but even so, such mums still need a helping hand,
For some male callously left them to it, which to be fair, was hardly something that those solo mother’s planned.

By Lance Landall