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High Bred Reality

     Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.

Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
          Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
scream      lesson

Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
 Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
                 between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
          Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God           and GOD …
       There are so many   words
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch. 
 A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil 
     Doo-wop      ditty
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands 
of great grandma’s hair.
          Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole 
into yet another new mold.
      True believers,  ah yes,      fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and  thorazine. 
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph 
behind the gilded glory of the Church.

Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
              Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire 
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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  1. Date: 10/25/2014 1:24:00 PM
    This is a different kind of poetry for me but I get it. You touched on so many things I've lived and seen. Thank you for the introduction of your style. It's always refreshing to inhale different aromas. We are different yet the same. Thank you. #TheRealityPoet

  1. Date: 4/23/2013 5:21:00 PM
    Congratulations Debbie on your powerful winning write. Satan surely will pay for the pain and evil suffered by all. You have such a bright and lovely smile, you have such inner strength...

  1. Date: 4/22/2013 7:24:00 PM
    I still believe in the comment I made below when I first laid eyes on this powerhouse is beyond beyondland......and the journey one takes upon reading this incredible story of survival, is both triumph and tragedy, heartbreak and joyous that you have overcome ....and are the light and love we all know and respect. Hugs..lots of hugs! Thanks for letting us read this again

  1. Date: 4/22/2013 6:37:00 PM
    congrats... with this one alll over again...PD

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 10:48:00 PM
    A very thought provoking write. Thank you for guiding me (us) to this poem, Debbie. The closing verse makes me think that you do not actually agree with these platitudes of "you must suffer in order to be happy..." But, I think that we all win through - because we refuse to die. Love, Su

    Richards Avatar Suzette Richards
    Date: 10/16/2012 10:52:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    PS My mother-in-law never let me forget that I had sullied the gene pool by marrying her son... I was not "British enough" and she had treated our children accordingly - literally pushing them away. How do you explain that kind of abuse to a young child who wants so climb on Nana's lap for a hug? There are many forms of abuse - not all are obvious to the casual observer.
  1. Date: 3/2/2012 9:20:00 PM
    DEBBIE... CONGRATULATIONS ..ON YOUR WONDERFUL WIN~ Have yourself a very nice night ;-)*always..pd

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 7:00:00 PM
    Congrats. Debbie on your winning poetry, love,vie

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 12:59:00 PM
    Congratulations in the"Coming Of Age" contest Debbie. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 11:43:00 AM
    we evolve when we accept the tests... grreat write and congrats, debbie.:) huggs!

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 11:42:00 AM
    we evolve when we accept the tests... grreat write and cingrats, debbie.:) huggs!

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 9:32:00 AM
    congrats Debbie on another outstanding win for this very creative write ..poignant and interesting too..luv.. thankxx for tips on contest .. if I need help will call or soup mail u ..luv..

  1. Date: 5/4/2011 10:00:00 AM
    Another high placement...I'm glad to see that you earn and deserve the high placements you get..I know 2 Pm's brown nose each other...makes me sick to see their cheating ways..what losers..such poetic disrespect. Well sweetie..congrats X Jimmy

  1. Date: 4/27/2011 3:42:00 AM
    Many warm congrats on this win.

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 7:17:00 PM
    I've been waiting until I could really digest this one before commenting. But now I've read it, and I can't even find the words!To read each line, is to suffer with the child..and then later to feel the pain as one looking back..and then to come out of such as one who helps, and gives, and a miracle in the making...yes my friend..this is the story of overcoming at all odds.I bow to you ...who you are, and what how you can write.Congratulations is not enough number 1 in my estimation.

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 1:45:00 PM
    Many congrats on your win, Debbie : )

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 11:26:00 AM
    SO POWERFUL!!!I AM BLOW AWAY, Deb. This is poetry at its finest. I love the last stanza. Many congrats on your SUPER WIN. Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 11:25:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win in the contest Debbie. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 9:22:00 AM
    Dear Debbie, I cannot even begin to imagine the hurt that could have spawned these words, protected from the world as I was by strong parents and a fortress of older devoted brothers. This is inspired writing. Congratulations on your high win. Catie must have had a tough time deciding. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 9:15:00 AM
    Congrats on your win!

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 8:35:00 AM
    There is a play on words in the title hybrid/ high bred, [ a friends father who LIKED me once told me my Dad had polluted his gene pool by marrying my mom, IMAGINE saying that to an 8 year old!] take from the voyage the passages what you will, where you can't relate perhaps I am glad you can't, where you can relate I always have an ear for my friends and a shoulder to lean on. Light & Love