Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places



Quote of the Day

Quote Left"The harder you work, the luckier you get."Quote Right

by Gary Player

  |  Comment

Chaos

Angelisa Marshall Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Chaos which was written by poet Angelisa Marshall. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Angelisa Marshall

Best Angelisa Marshall Poems

+ Fav Poet

Chaos

Chaos:


One year in 1975 on 1136 cooper street, with its autumn breeze with greenish brown leaves blowing off the trees like feathers off a table and making crackling noises, plus the young children running up and down the poorly paved sidewalks that were narrow at best; lies the big white two level house where I lived. With me was my grandmother, my aunt and uncle, who aided in my care. On occasion, my aunt and uncle were like Hercules and Xenia warrior princess; two powerful forces that made our heartbeats jump. Kicking and scratching, clawing and cursing as my poor, distressed grandmother often intervened like a referee in a boxing match. My uncle’s Hercules and My aunt’s Xenia when tensions were tight and scary. The drinking glasses they threw at each other were the swords and their hands, shields of war and emotional destruction lay in their wake. I swear their senseless brawls were like the war in Vietnam in our home and it had to end. As kids in our home we were scared silly, more kicking, more cursing and more and more violence occurred as my grandmother shielded us from the shrapnel that was my aunt and uncle’s foolishness. They used books, sticks and maybe a knife showed up in the battle. We all knew that a butter knife had never killed a soul in fights. Would the crap finally end? Yes! The last fight was on a month I can’t remember, but that was the night Hercules injured Xenia’s eye. My grandmother had had enough, so she not only drove her to the ER, but proceeded to weaken Hercules with the sheer power of her blood curling, screaming voice. The war was over, and it was like the trees in the field had blackened from the violence after a firefight and no winner, no victor. Nothing was left to fight about, but rather smoke rising and a blue-black mist to clear, for the final scar of the teenage war are the glasses she wears.

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 3/21/2014 3:03:00 PM
    Angelisa, very powerful voice I heard in this poem. Writing, I strongly believe is the start to a future of recovery. Thank you for sharring. ~~WRITE ON!~~

  1. Date: 3/20/2014 8:09:00 PM
    Angelisa, :), A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you enjoy the community, as I did when I first join, March 2010. You'll find many friendly poets, who are ready to support and offer positive feedback. I want to be the first to invite you on over, to my contest and poetry page. I OFFER MY CONTEST, in hopes it inspires you to write another poem. I'm looking forward to following you and your poetry ha-ha a special pair:) here's the link to the contest page. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/ <---~Take Care!! From: your new poet friend @-> LINDA <-@

  1. Date: 3/20/2014 12:46:00 PM
    - Warm welcome to PoetrySoup,Angelisa :) - I choose your first poem (your bio) - Nice to meet you :) - Hope you will be satisfied with our "soup family" - we are many .. but has plenty of room for you too- PoetrySoup Rule1: Be kind and keep PoetrySoup a haven. PoetrySoup is a drama free zone(Comment on the poetry of others and they will comment on yours.) Thank you posted your words and thoughts here, I want to come back to read more another day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 3/20/2014 1:44:00 AM
    Angelisa, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will find much delight, in reading and in time become familiar with your way of writing. But, for the mean time, I will greet you with the same smile, other poets passed when I first join the soup 4 years ago. I wish you the best when it comes to your poems. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here. Starting with me. SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you like. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND". Hugs* SKAT