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Violence In Video Games

There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me
It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game
And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane.

They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot
“But it will warp their minds” I said, my husband said “It will not.”
He promised he would sit with them, but that’s cos he wanted to play
And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day.

I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through
They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too
But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all
Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall.

They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry
They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry
So in all honesty I don’t agree with violence in video games at all
But I think it’s up to the parents to make the final call.

Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun
They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun.
Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it
Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit.

©3/01/2013
~GG~
Contest Entry

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Naked

Naked

Unarmed I stood against the beast
Defending what was mine
The theft of my guileless innocence
His most cruel, remorseless crime

Fighting slings and arrows
Words that cut me to the quick
Lifting thin arms in resistance
To his heavy, brutish fists

Sorrow comes in darkness
Arrives without an invite
The moon stares dully at me
No magic will save me tonight

Measured unforgiving blows
He chose where each would land
Dark purple bruises gave away
Where my body had been slammed

With my knack for weak excuses
“I tripped and fell down again”
He sneered that they’re “just love taps”
While I played a game called ‘pretend’

Naked in my bed
Protecting a child yet unborn
Came another beating
From this cur who’d earned my scorn

What cannot be seen in shadows
Can suffocate one’s will
When I reclaimed my spirit
I crawled out of the mouth of hell

Ages have come to pass since then
The fiend at last routed from my life
I’m no longer frightened
Of just being someone’s wife

Copyright © Tess Norton

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Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not

So much emphasis is placed today on the role of the wife She is to be pure, pristine, just, hardworking She is to imbibe all who surround her with faith She needs to be able to know everything without ever asking She is to be the woman behind her husband The one who would make of him a gem To be a wife, is surely a complicated state Acted out badly, one can even be a contraband! But what of the duties of a man, Is he as important as the woman To be a husband requires one only to work and bring money To care not whether the home is, without him, in harmony Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not Husbands have rights, rights to use words of spite Rights to beat, rights to abuse Rights even to cheat, to hurt and bruise When the woman speaks out, or scolds such a man She becomes something seen by some as a legend Seen by others as un-womanly Whatever, she knows how to protect herself through her duty What of those men whose wives scold not Should they be brought back to the pot To be cooked and simmered To be brought to the right path Feminists, equal rights, equal opportunities Women's places no more being in the kitchen Husbands, change your mentalities We, women, we are frail and easily broken!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Sexy Death Wish

The way to go out:
Shot by a jealous husband
At ninety years old!

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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My Wife's Car Is In The Lake

I forgot to set the parking brake.
So now my wife's car is in the lake.
You're looking at a man who can never catch a break.
My wife kicked my ass just because I made a mistake.
She broke my left leg and I'm having to use a crutch.
I don't blame her for being mad but coming at me with a chainsaw is a bit too much.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson

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unreported violence

 Unreported Violence in Vilamoura 

The couple was nicely suntanned, but the woman had 
a black eye, he was very courteous to her tried to hold 
her hand, but she didn´t want to and his face reddened
angrily, so she let him hold her hand. Both were nicely 
dressed on their way to a restaurant; no doubt when 
meeting friends a droll story would be told how she got 
that eye. Polite laughter. Men would believe the story, 
women would exchange glances because in the eyes of 
the hapless woman they saw the truth. They would find 
out- women talk- when they went to the ladies to 
powder their noses. The unlucky one would beg them 
not to say a word. “ He loves me, but has a bad temper; 
and when I nag him he slaps me, it is really my fault for 
not understanding him better. He was so sorry for giving 
me a black eye last night that he cried, promised not to 
hit me anymore.”  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen