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Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu | |

Planned Parenthood

    planning parenthood 
 birth control and abortion 
      no babies allowed

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |


written 28th sept 2007

It's time to turn this around
 the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
 I immediately remembered, how to be alive

If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
 my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
 you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
 to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me

 I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
 my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat | |



I love you all with my whole entire heart
 every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart

I try to work out what I must've done wrong
 how many mothers sing this sad song

But there are no answers to my questions

Every year we have spent together
 is now embedded, in my heart forever

I think hard and long
 does this pain really belong

Still...there are no answers to my questions

Strength I once had to carry on 
 is nearly dead and gone

I say a prayer every night
 to give me strength, to stay and fight

I still ask, "why us"
 were we on the wrong bus

I weep a tear with every second
 how do I live, like everyone reckon's 

Still...I get no answers to my questions

I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
 am I really asking way to much

I love my babies with every beat of my heart
 please I beg you, stop keeping us apart answers to my questions

I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's 
 are truly his very own

I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Torn World

Dying starving kids in the streets of Calcutta. 
Lepers, faceless and worthless pieces of flesh, 
kicked and tossed in the nearest cesspool. 
Low caste Hindus hated and harried from the Ganges. 

Women raped in the streets of South Africa. 
Their bloody torn panties---flags of rapist victory. 
Tribal warfare, shooting each other for no reason. 
Mutilation and torture in their hot sweaty cells. 

Faces slashed by muggers’ knives on London tube. 
Reckless thugs on Brixton side killing to get some change. 
Beggars punched black and blue, left to rot in East End's slums. 
While politicians sing tunes of law and order at Westminster. 

Old freezing tramp seeks shelter in warm sty. 
Jailed for break and enter, slowly dying. 
Who cares, the law must be seen to do justice, 
Our judges say as they hold a minute of silence for dead soldiers! 

Let's bash these Jews and brown-black bastards in their chants of racial hatred, 
Echoing in European and American streets, kill em to preserve their purity. 
Their whiteness and Aryan image mustn't be poisoned by these animals. 
Then the killing and slicing begin in the dark corners of the metropolis. 

Fighting in Israel, the Middle East and Afghanistan is man's thrill, 
as a flood of blood soaks the war-torn lands and they smile 
at wasted lives to hail a religion and a useless cause. 
Wars created by man for fun and games but we're the pawns! 

Oh God when will the angry ravage and savage evil of man stop? 
When will our children be able to run in golden fruit scented fields? 
Drink cow’s pure milk and crunch crusty bread reaped from the land of wheat. 
When will human suffering end and life of love and peace with God prevail?

Copyright © Raj Napal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Well

Lightning flashes across the sky,
And dark rain clouds slowly roll in.
In the distance I hear a baby cry,
And the mother's about to commit a grave sin!

The babies mother is only fourteen,
Raped for a whole year by her own father.
She has no pride or self esteem,
And keeping the baby, she'd rather not bother!

She looks down a dark abandoned well,
Her dog Alex barks nearby.
She vows, she will never tell;
And drops the babe down the shaft to die!

Tears roll down her cheek,
As the babes wails end with a "splash"!
She finds it difficult to speak,
As her father bursts out the back door with a "crash"!

He grabs her arm yelling, "what have you done?"
With a look of uncertainty.
"You always said you wanted a son,
So I killed the abomination you put inside of me!"


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Troll

Way down deep in the depths of hell
There once lived an evil old woman troll
She was haggard, very old and twisted
Her face had warts and was also whiskered

The troll lived alone in an underground cave
She wanted someone with her to be her slave
She wasn’t particular and anyone would do
Troll looked around coz she wasn’t bothered who

One day the troll took a walk outside
An elfin came along and took her as his bride
They lived ever after in the troll’s dark cave
Troll got what she wanted her very own slave

It wasn’t very long before the troll got broody
She was getting angry and was always moody
Elfin decided that she should have a little troll
So Troll had a baby and she treats it like a doll

Baby troll grew up to look just like her mummy
Troll didn’t like having baby troll in her tummy
The baby troll grew up to be an Elfin Troll girl
She had met a partner had his heart in a whirl

So they played at happy families and lived ever after
The underground cave was filled with love and laughter
No more nasty evil trolls lived there anymore
There was love and humour and little children galore

Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009