Debbie Guzzi Poet Pantoum

Lust and Shame

By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass 

He was kind, he was my friend, think again. 
As to a fathers open arms, we ran. 
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass. 
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man. 

As to a fathers open arms, we ran. 
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man. 
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood. 

This child's heart knew only of the good. 
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers. 
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood. 
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed. 

Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers. 
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed  
an innocence destroyed, for she felt cursed. 
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene. 

A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered 
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured.
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.

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Isa Mahrie October 20, 2009 at 9:25 AM There are Events in life which we question why ... some will affect a life time some can affect a certain period time , making peace and letting go is a way out of the experiences . Isa

K K Iloduba Jnr October 12, 2009 at 6:03 AM ........now her soul devoured.There`s something about the way u mingle words.Powerful tots and verses.

Ashlee Tilford October 7, 2009 at 11:46 AM VERY powerful writing. Not only a touching subject, but you all captured it so well and created such real and truthful images. Excellent.

Robin L. Gass October 6, 2009 at 10:39 AM We did good, good, Deb! Love, Me

Carrie Richards October 5, 2009 at 12:39 PM Somehow I missed this one until now. And this is one powerful poem that should NOT be missed by any of us... Wow...well done, Deborah and Robin, so telling...it speaks a potency of unspeakable words...mighty is the poem. Well done!

Lena Townsend September 30, 2009 at 9:11 PM A sad write, one too many can relate to. Very open and honest. Thank you for sharing this eye opener with us. I have a few friends I would love to have read this so I will direct them to this site and your verse. To boih writers; Great writing. Smiles from Lolita

Chacko Itticheria September 29, 2009 at 6:17 PM Hi Deborah, A very sensitive poem and a warning to all,what is lurking behind even a seemingly safe situation.Sad enough to make you insane.Good and evil side by side,the evil dominating if not bridled. Thanks for commenting on my poem. Chacko

Tim Ryerson September 29, 2009 at 4:32 PM Horribly beautiful, Debbie...One of your best I think...I've heard there is no cure for these diseased predators...So what to do with them? The only answer seems to be a life-long quarantine...??

Jay Loveless September 29, 2009 at 10:37 AM ohmigod....this is terrible....beautiful poem truly....but the event...im so sorry, to all that have gone through this. my best friend included. no one should ever, ever have to go through this. brilliance reflects in your words, both of you. xoxo with love, raiin

Mohammad Yamin September 28, 2009 at 11:36 AM Deborah! An enchanting poem, indeed. Your eloquence has captured your views beautifully Thanks for your comments on my Haiku Disguise. I am thrilled. -Mohammad

James Marshall Goff September 27, 2009 at 4:44 PM gripping sadness... jim

Pallavi Khera September 27, 2009 at 5:19 AM Thank you for your encouraging comments.. :) means a lot more for its coming from you.. Amazing poetry I read here in this piece... you've captured every bit of emotion ery artistically.. great use of words for the beginning and end.. Wishing Happiness!

Audrey Haick September 26, 2009 at 6:36 AM Debbie and Robin, Your poem, well-written brings back a sad remembrance of a chapter in my life that I would rather forget. Even though it is not much help, I want to say I am so sorry because I know now at the age of 50+ how much damage this does. Yet, we live. We are to protect those who come after us-the innocent in any way we can, by our writings, lobbying for laws to protect children and punish the criminals. God loves you and he will make it alright. Love, Ladybug12

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen September 26, 2009 at 4:59 AM Oh my GOD!!! This poem does what it is meant to do. Blows the mind away when looking in the face of EVIL. Too many children have lives destroyed by the lust of vial men. It makes me hate many even though hatred doesn't change a thing. And in reality hate hurts ME. The blankity-blank-blank goes on defiling. But separation and prosecution helps... IF SOME WISE ADULT HEARS, BELIEVES, AND TAKES ACTION. WE MUST BE AWARE. What else can I say. Sorry for being unaware? Love to you both. Dane

Geoffery Mchugh September 25, 2009 at 11:46 PM It is such a terrible thing to happen to anyone, and it affects more people than most people assume. A very moving piece.

Charmaine Chircop September 25, 2009 at 11:06 PM ow my God this is terrible,it gave me goose pimples knowing this is a reality for some...children undressed from their innocence by their own dad or by other seniors..this is very deep,excellent write -Charma