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Details | Sonnet | |

Stolen Children -- Miltonic Sonnet

Within life's cesspool, captives held for trade,
Along infested ways where young-child rape
Is glorified by twisted souls who gape
And for the purity of babes are paid.
In dim, demonic dwellings are they laid
And sold to loathsome loves who drape
Stolen innocence in sin's evil curse--
Beyond protection or rescuing raid;
The shadowy officials turn the head
To wink or sometimes join the savage curse.
Somewhere sad, broken parents, sobbing, lie,
Tortured days and nights saturate with dread
While ever fuller grows the sex trade's purse:
The victims cry alone and ask God why.

May 3, 2014


Details | Ballad | |

The Alien

The Alien.
                           
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.

He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost  within his own song.

He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix 
must head he for the skies.

Dec 22 2003.


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


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



Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance

Some men are afraid of ignorance
They go about the land seeking truth
Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things
Wanting to know everything they can
They will never be fooled
Their knowledge will open others as well
Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also
Like a child longing for acknowledgement
Some fight blindly toward it
In hope to destroy it with their own two hands
Instead, it blooms elsewhere and grows
The truth shows us where the evil is
It exists as we do and lives as we live 
If evil in the man's eye does not exist
The absence of ignorance is a lie

Some men instead embrace ignorance
They stay where they are, content as ever
Their eyes see and their ears hear
Their desire to know is dull
The current takes them where it may
Truths are all but happenings
Their present is their pedestal
But the truth is still there
Walking in a dangerous dark
Calling on direction and value
Like a starved child screaming for sustenance
Like a father waiting to chastise his son
Ignorance is never ignored by them
It becomes their god
Can embracing ignorance, then, be a sin?

But even the treasure of truth can kill


Details | Nazm | |

NaFarmaan NaKhalf Baitay Ka Noha-- Elegy of a Disobedient and Evil Son

BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye

Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae

Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae

Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae

Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae

Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae

Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae

Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae

Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae

Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae

Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae

Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae


Details | Rhyme | |

Snoopy And Linus Play Blanket Tug Of War

Snoopy is a crazy dog
His heads always in a fog
Thinking of some fun new ways
To steal a blanket each day
That Linus loves very much
But its like an evil rush
That turns Snoopy really "mad"
He wants this blanket really bad
Hiding in trees way up high
He'll pounce Linus walking by
With an evil scary look 
Becoming a blanket crook
Not giving up he will succeed
Something in him really needs
To win this blanket tug of war
It is deep in Snoopy's core
To find a cooky silly plan
And pull it out of this boys hand


A request from my daughter which I 
gladly wrote


Details | Free verse | |

A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





Details | Free verse | |

Devil Mask

"Every time, countless stares, they try to peer into my mind. Every single time, I am so tense, I cannot relax and unwind. The painful judgment unleashed down upon my own flesh and blood, Who is right, who is wrong, who is guilty and who is strong. Who is fit to rise from that which dirties our hands and body, the mud. I want to get away from you, but I fear you not. I want to watch you suffer as I rise and you rot. Do not mistaken me, I truly am just a simple, regular girl with nothing to live for. But that means that I can go to such lengths to grab your heart and crush your core. Accusing me, I was just fine with that, But now bringing down my entire family? You scummy, shameful rats! Throughout my childhood, all I wondered was "why?" Now, I don't care, when you cross my mind, I chant, "just die." Blaming us for what? Shunning us because we fought? Your manipulation of our minds will NOT be tolerated. I am the watch dog of this family and will not let you belittle and derate. I don't need your help and I promise to be better than you, This is one of the few reasons I will continue living and that fatal day you shall rue. You stole my childhood, you made me cower in fear, you broke my already fragile soul... Therefore, allow me to dispose of that heart tainted to the level of corruption, the place where your heart was placed will become a jet black hole. How sweet shall it be to see that that fragile, odd and silent girl you ignored or insulted, Will be the end of you and all for she, for ten years and still going, has cultivated, A garden of thorny roses, beautiful in all colors and tainted with your scarlet blood so saccharine, That truly this is not a heavenly virtue but a mortal sin. And yet, perhaps your demise shall not satisfy the craving I so dearly wish to be relieved of. Perhaps you should continue to live and watch me become the things you wish you could be, but for money's sake, could not do and afford to love. But that day will come and revenge will be sweet. It will surely be the sweetest thing I could ever hope to eat~! May 1st, 2013; 5:13 pm


Details | Blank verse | |

Once

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby looked so odd,
so they put the baby away
into a treasure box,
and once against they tried,
this time, wanting perfection.

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby was slightly ill,
so this one too was put away,
silent and simple little thing.

There was no cry
because it's alright.
Life isn't life
until we say so.
The fine line's been crossed,
there's no going back.


Details | Rhyme | |

Do Not Ask For Her Identity

This poem is for the contest of genocide, Speak for the lost, I am not entering to win as they have chosen only five genocides to be written about. I am entering this for them to know currently a genocide is happening and we are all silent then what is the point of going back to time while we cannot anything about recent genocide?

Dedicated to all of the kids in Kobane of Kurdistan who are suffering from ISIS attacks and genocide at the moment while the world is watching!!!

Don't ask for her identity 
 If you see a little girl 
 with her eyes full of tears.
 She must be a kurdish child of Kubani 
 Or she might be from Shangal!
 Don't ask for her identity 
 Don't ask why her heart is full of fears.


Don't ask for her identity 
 If you see a little girl with faded hopes
 Know that in middle of her dreams 
 She was awakened by the sound of gun firings.
 To escape the rockets 
 She would fly if she had wings.

Don't ask for her identity 
 If you see a little girl 
 didn't act like a child
 If you see a little kid with a frown.
 She is deprived of a normal childhood 
 By the fear of ISIS 
 Trying to take over her childhood,
 Trying to take over her town.

Don't ask for her identity,
 Just be silent like the rest of the world.
 Even when you see her blood in the streets, 
 Like the world leaders
 Be a coward 
 And don't say a word.

Goran Rahim


Details | Concrete | |

Forgotten Dreams

Forgotten Dreams



Even though I dream that night,even though it haunts me until the moment I wake I shall never remember what it meant to be scared.Though these days I fill with my sluggard ways only to find my nightmares coming back to me in pieces,makes me wonder if I should be happy or should I be sad for what if there is a bigger picture behind them? Time has no meaning for time places death on everything ti touches.There are time where I have lost myself to the dreams where have they strode from why are there forms so depicting why must they scare the inner child of myself out into broad daylight? I know evil lurks at night i know evil lurks for the day I know evil lurks in ever heart,but pray tell why do i have these dreams even the ones of childhood scares never emotionalize me .These forgotten dreams that lay dormid in my mind only to come back when I am at half myself.Once complete now only half remains of who I really am.Forget these dreams these already forgotten dreams never to lay awake fearing the dark like a child under their blankets sleep for these dream have forgotten you my everlasting forgetting dreams.


Details | I do not know? | |

Innocence

A child of eyes of the
bluest skies, so pure
and innocent. I often
wonder was that me in
the beginning?

Innocence gets lost,
knowledge becomes the
invader, an intruder of evil
wicked ways.

They say that
knowledge is power, yet its a
tower of poor foundations.
We are not our own creations,
our souls require some serious
restoration.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye
		
When we laid your body to rest
agony of pain enters into my chest.	

I started to cry and scream 
wishing that this was all a dreadful dream. 

But in my eyes I saw it was true
I just wish it was not you.

I never envision the day
 that you will be so viciously taken away.

You were young and full of fun
now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.

Your years on this earth is far too few
and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.

You should have been allowed to live 
since you had a lot to give.

The horrific images in my mind on how you die I
keep asking myself over and over again why?
 
It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul
and keep my mind from being mentally whole.

While your murder is walking free.
The final goodbye is killing me. 

© By: Naomi Johnson  
             11- 8-14




Details | Ballad | |

Child of Sam

I follow the path of these disturbed minds
Now Im tryin to find what I did with mine
Was taught the truth now I tell these lies
I put on a disguise, I am the one I despise
I sit behind these caged walls again
Lookin for some friends, but they all pretend
No good around me all I see is sin
I put on a grin so that I fit in

I do not want you to know who I am
I am the child of Sam
Got to remind myself that Im not you
Before I forget the truth
I have to learn to keep my mind tamed
Before I get lost in this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil over taking me

So negative nothin around but hate
I cannot wait until I walk out that gate
I told myself that I wont lose my faith 
But at this rate it just might be too late
I just cant get them to understand
That I had a plan to be a better person
Now I'm out to get whoever I can
You should of ran cuz now your in my hands



Its beginning to get under my skin
I cannot let this evil win
I cant let myself forget myself
I will not be destined for hell
And now I will tell you who I am
I am the child of Sam
No need to remind myself Im not you
Because I will tell the truth
Now that Ive learned to keep my mind tamed
Im sick and tired of this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil letting go of me


Details | Prose | |

Innocent Elevator

As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was lost as a little light exudes from the shiny bedside table. Little golden 
ringlets push back fluffy bunny sheets and tiny painted toes shiver upon contact with the 
bare floor. I watch as she looks frantically for “Teddy”, whispering his name with most 
urgently. She finds him at last in the toy chest, tossed in so haplessly. She gives him a little 
squeeze and kisses each shiny buttoned eye, then scolds him most harsh, for this was no 
time for hide and seek, he has a job to do. When she has had too much to drink before 
being tucked in to sleep, it is Teddy’s duty as man of the house to escort her to the 
lavatory. I glided without a sound, watching from high above as the two made their way 
down the dark hall, and said nothing in my waiting outside the bathroom door as the two 
giggled, splashing soapy water on the floor. But I couldn’t remain silent as Teddy talked the 
golden haired child into opening the front door after the midnight hour. I tried to warn her as 
she poked her curls around the frame to look down the corridor. And as the elevator doors 
across the hall opened revealing a shrouded man residing inside, my voice got stern and I 
spoke with a smoky voice. She can’t hear you, echoed inside my head, but I could 
not give up, they were in danger, this innocent kid and instigative bear. I screamed until my 
invisible voice was hoarse as I watched the tiny figure cross the elevators thresh hold and 
into the arms of death. Helpless I floated my front row seat to doom. And as the metal doors 
slunk closed, beauty and bear disappeared under a black cloak and all was lost. 

Curse you teddy, you are supposed to be her protector. How could you, she trusted you, 
curse you.

I cried ghostly tears and wept without restraint. What was the purpose of witnessing such a 
horrible event if I could not intervene? And as metaphoric tears streamed down my wraith 
like face, I myself began to dissipate. I closed my eyes to shield them from my complete 
disappearance. But I felt like I still existed in the world of the living. I opened my eyes to 
confirm my suspicion and in one fleeting moment of bliss, I realized it had all been a dream, 
a nightmare. My heart lightened, my steps quickened and I sang with joy as I readied myself 
for the day. What happiness to know that it was all a manifestation of an unsupervised mind 
and no child had met an untimely fate. No mourning mother, no depressed class mates, no 
scares for a society of the meek and timid. No, all was well. I was a bit startle at the thud of 
the morning newspaper hitting the cement of the porch, but I was so high on a life saved by 
circumstance, I wasn’t going to let it give me a fright. I gingerly opened the door and bent 
down to accept the printed gift from the city when I saw the headline on the front 
paper. “Elevator Killer” Claims Another Victim. 

My knees sank; my heart sank, never again would I close my eyes, never again would I 
dream.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


Details | Rhyme | |

The Witch!

Upon the fells I did then spy,
A witch on a broom, up in the sky!
The sky was dark; the moon was bright, 
As she cast her wicked spells this night !

I hid me then in an old oak tree,
So that I not her eyes to see!
I hid me then from this evil there,
For I a child a child so fair!

But flew she did then to the ground,
And saw me hidden, and I was found!
A cackle she did then raise to me,
As I backed away in the old oak tree!

Her face so ugly and set to fear,
My fate with her then seemed so clear!
That I be placed in a cooking pot,
For her to eat, now she had got!

A spell she did then cast on me!
A spell to make me not to flee!
My legs as numb as ice in snow,
I could not run, nor could I go!

But all at once as then by chance!
The oak did speak and start to dance!
It wailed its old and sad lament,
And scorned the witch with heard intent!

It tore its roots up from the ground,
And laid me safe, and so then sound,
Its boughs so great and strong to be,
Did swipe the witch away from me!

With cackled cry the witch did lie,
In bruised and saddened state,
The oak had beaten evil then,
And saved me from my fate!

And so she flew to heights anew,
Another soul to find,
The oak did creek its voice to me,
In tears that were so kind,

“No more then fear the witch” it said,
"No spell by she, can you be led!"
She will not harm thee now, no more,
For you the forest does adore"!


Details | Blank verse | |

Bondage

Evil has no easy explanation
Will they hate you for what you did
To them as a helpless child
The memory will not go away
The wounds will never heal
The evil that you did to them
Will not soon depart
Time will merely make them whole
It is a crime that cannot be forgiven
One which no punishment can be enough
Yet people like you will continue
And the children will still be raped, abused
Made an actor of evil abuse
They will be fondled, forced, defiled, 
By those who cannot help but evil be
Those to whom no cure is certain
You can pay your debt to society
But you cannot change what happened to them
Yes, they are children much loved
Viewing their agonies to painful
The lashes of life we cannot see
Just by looking at them
The emotional scars deep within
Hoping to find a way to escape
I pray for your victims 
Whose who had their childhood joys taken away
At such an early age
I pray that God has enough grace for you
I pray you will never hurt a child again
I pray that one day these child will be set free
From the bondage you created in their souls.
 
Georgia Gill-Elkins
 January 14, 2007