Elegy to Child Lost
Passion's love oft tempts despair
Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
Babe snug beneath a mother's breast
Senses at this time are keen
There's no secret kept between
Loving mother, wriggling babe--
Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
But entwined twin was also loved--
Some say Nature's method proves
That one twin may give all to mate---
But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.
Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
or sense those legs that wandered miles
And daring feet that danced in tunes while
Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.
When babe vanished--not a sound.
Mother 's grief was not allowed.
Tempted so to trail behind
Escaping shattered troubled mind.
Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
Never spoke of-- never mourned.
By her husband she was warned
Was best forget a child so early lost--
Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--
But the years have called babe near,
Mother's journal writ in tears:
'Please forgive my selfish heart.
Repressed from all --this tragic part
I felt your sacrificial act--
You left your cherished twin intact'.
There is no law of random acts
Doctors examine data facts
It may be --that in the womb
When both spring flowers cannot bloom
One bold twin refrains to eat
Compels the other to complete
Hardy growth that life requires---
Sparks survival's crucial hours.
Not an accident 'tis sure--
Boldest spirits blossom pure.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Cain's Self Denial 2015
4 a m again alone,
In a room full of peers
A raging war is being fought,
Confined between your ears
Drafted into battle, with no enemy to engage
Yet volunteering unwillingly fueling dueling rage
Mystic river flows, with the blood of innocent
No longer even knowing, or caring how truth was bent
Angry at nobody, and everyone in between
Sabotaging yourself, and unraveling every seam.
Whose roles change day to day
A game with no clear rules
Consciously unconsciousness, I know that I must pay
What promise can be spoken, to bring life into the void, uttered self denial, to speak within the ploy
And the enemy I can't see, nor begun to understand
Callously reflects my cards and always tips my hand
The price you pay for breaking souls, just keeps on feeling cheaper
You soothe your conscience with the ancient line that your not your brother's keeper
There's no bad and there's no good, you played the only hand you could
And the hollow eyes around you, pretend they couldn't see
You shake your head and try your best to pretend you don't believe
Yet you know too well the horror. . . Of what you've come to be
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015
A vignette of domestic violence and the weird rationale of love amidst such
circumstances - adapted from how it was depicted to me by a female friend and
taken from her own personal experience.
I was defined china and porcelain,
Inlaid glass flowers and gently spoken;
Fragile in doe-eyed delicacy,
Pleading and begging not to be broken.
I loved him with total forgiveness,
Did not, could not, would not understand
The dark chaos mood of lability,
The spontaneous violence of his hand.
Blue and black bruises indecorously swelled
Question marks about tear brimmed eyes;
And I wept and despaired in confusion,
Smashed and grabbed by wherefores and whys.
How could he dream to hurt me so,
The brutish malediction of his touch?
How could he stand to hurt me so,
When he knew I loved him so much?
And now the years have drained away
Like sweeping veils of rain;
The agony of our breaking apart
Ever haunts me with anguish and pain.
I still see him some times,
Rarely, truly out of the blue,
On the old territory of familiar streets
When unconsciously passing through.
And always shook by the stalking truth,
A lancing bright-bladed knife,
And with dogmatic aching my heart lets me know
He was always the love of my life.
And I know there's no sense to be had
When I look to the heavens above,
Just the sad and lonely heart of the matter:
You never can choose whom to love.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
It's been quite awhile
Discern life's complexities
Toke more viewpoints
Futile mass events
Authorities blame each one
Attracting mix ups
Life are like choices
More people can't accept it
A thought. Is a thing
Living is dying
Light coexists with darkness
Men of God glimpse more
Worst valid visual events
Prayers can't alter
Consciousness soar high
Crab mentality exists
Inner is outer
You exude what you attract
Embrace all of them.
Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2015
we chose leaders to get along with each other
behind close doors
they’re plotting and stealing from each other
playing world domination
now we gotta go to war with each other
folded flags on wooden coffins
mourning fathers and mothers
no more war
let the leaders work it out with each other
love displays no hatred for another
true leaders get along with each other
create peace not war unity together
impostors posing as leaders
no shame or another
teaching the world not to get along
go to war murder rape steal from the other
cut the patriot act
war is hatred
love is peace
exempt from a patriot act
thou shall not kill
leaders hiding behind a patriot act
follow the leader follow the leader
lose the patriot act
Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016
If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.
No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.
It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.
But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.
The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind
Floods my lungs
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
Anger rises like bile in my throat
It’s burning through my veins, squeezing my heart
A smile plays on your lips as you gloat
I must stop before I rip you apart
Sweet ecstasy of the rage controls me
It seeps in my mind, I tear through my skin
Smile gone, you see me, your worst enemy
Do not bother running, you will not win
The forbidden taste of fury so sweet
Again I warn you don’t bother running
You my prey are in for a special treat
You are fast but I am still more cunning
You’re no match for my monstrous bulk
Hear me roar, for i'm the untamed Silverstorm
Copyright © Stormy Smith | Year Posted 2013
Tonight, on the news!
If it bleeds it leads
and soon we ignore it.
Another young girl dead
and found in a local field.
What twisted genes can
evoke such pain?
Embarrassed to be male,
is what I claim,
and yet I know
in the dark corners
of our souls lurk
Old lady in Orinda
raped and murdered.
News for the day and
now, our normal
Like primates on the
we nudge the bodies,
and go on about our
Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
I hold scars that never heal
I hold pain that cuts like steel
I have wounds that run too deep
I have memories that make me weep
I hold time that stands so still
I hold horrors that can kill
I have secrets that i cannot share
I have damage that i cannot bare
I hold terror that lingers on
I hold trauma that makes me withdrawn
I have visions that cause such fears
I have panic that leaves me in tears
I hold shame that is all so real
I hold scars that never heal
Copyright © Karen Cribb | Year Posted 2015
To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012
When will the nightmares stop?
When will I be able to trust again?
Surely, in the end it’s down to me
To change the way I think
But I wonder if I’ll be able to rise again
And get back to that state of mind
When I was somewhat comfortable in my own skin.
Some say the anger has only deepened
And everyone is a potential target
For my wrath and bitterness
But I ask them
What do you expect?
To be at death’s door
By two punks and just forgive and forget?
Should they be awarded with an Emmy?
For scaring the snot out of me?
Granted, I could have taken the road of least resistance
Show my gratitude for escaping the devil’s grasp
Hold my love ones close and choose
A smile over a grimace
If it were that easy, but in my distorted view
That would give them the upper hand
Feeling sorry for their tortured souls
I needn’t worry, sure as death and taxes
There will always be a poor sap bleeding heart
That can be counted on to look the other way
They become part of the solution
When it happens to them
Here’s hoping and praying
That they’re immune from such a fate
I may be breathing
But feel defeated
And look like death warmed over.
Each day is a question mark
I used to look forward
To human connection as a potential
For warmth, insight and understanding
Now, even if they smile
And their words speak of a calmness and interest
I can’t help but believe
That they are not as they seem
What will they take from me?
How will they try to embarrass me?
What do they have up their sleeve?
It’s a horrible way to live
Isolate and control my vanishing circle?
What’s the point of carrying on, then?
Copyright © eric ploscik | Year Posted 2015
We are tangled in our own restraints.
Canned and homogenized... Congealed and packaged.
We meander sheepishly through the one-way stalls society has provided.
Strategically placed in the direction they need us to be going...
We are distracted by our devices. We glance up to see the burning world; only to yell empty obscenities at the TV, and go back to our newest episode of electronic fantasy.
News is instant and constant. The grim reality is looking at us through our gadgets, but it's only as real as our video games.
Morality and honor died with our grandparents. And as we watch heads being severed in some remote, dusty hell, we feel only for a moment...
Our distraction is our salvation, for
Ignorance is truly bliss...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015
A time of violence has pounced upon this country,
Folks are angry, hungry and craving prosperity,
The change they wanted never showed up,
Now, many are sad, melancholy and "tore-up",
The youth are becoming restless because they believe
there is no hope for a promising future,
All they hear is Politicians' lectures,
The wee ones are becoming infested with
feelings of despair, as colicky babies do,
They need to know that safety exists everywhere,
A country without a plan creates angst and restlessness,
Nevertheless, citizens forge ahead with optimism,
despite the whispers of skepticism.
Copyright © Margeret Bailey | Year Posted 2010