women disappear
daily in America
terrifying fact
some are found alive
but most are not this lucky
helpless and hopeless
dont be a victim
avoid the abductors car
let them shoot you here
SOMEWHERE IN THE THICK DARK FOREST
Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
There, you'd find captives
held against their will.
Hands bound, legs chained,
They lay on the hard ground, half unclad.
Dehydrated from thirst and hunger.
Separated from their families,
As many nights and day come and go,
Thought of their imminent freedom very bleak.
The blood thirsty abductors,
Show no mercy nor compassion
As they raise their long hard twisted whips,
And dig into the wounded skin of their slaves,
With each strike, they curse and yell,
Ready to exterminate.
Men,women and children weep uncontrollably,
They have been dealt heavy blows.
Some have fallen, some have been scarred.
Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
Captives still languish
in the camp of their abductors.
Locked in her tower our heroine sleeps alone
This beautiful flower has been kidnapped from her throne
She stares at the moonlight then drifts off to sleep
To dream of a brave knight scaling the castles keep.
Her flaxen hair frames her delicate ivory skin
Vivid dreams of her hero reveal her beauty within
Steadfast and strong and ready to fight to the death
To rescue this beauty he will forgo his last breath.
Her chivalrous knight enters the abductors domain
Soon she'll taste the sweetness of freedom again.
His shield raised high and broadsword drawn
With every step he takes, for her hope is reborn
Caught off guard with a blow he is swept of his feet
He fights blindly on until his quest is complete
To vanquish the captors is his goal and last wish
Sweep the princess off her feet with a tender kiss
He slashes the ropes that bind her to the bed
Making passionate love for hours now they are happily wed
19th May 2014
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~submitted to Dave Wood's Imagination Contest~
Awarded 1st place - am so delighted to have won this with Darren he
is my inspiration
I thought I could wow them with poems from earth
Poems of joy and humor, poems extolling it’s worth
So I laid out poems from Michael, Gail, and me
From Andrea, David, Gwen, and Ilene
From PD, Harry, Mandy, and Chris
From Jack, Craig, Cyndi, and Liz…
For I was sure once they read our beautiful works
They would embrace us and love our humanly quirks!
So last night I taped them all over my skin
Knowing they’d find them if they took me again…
When I woke up, they were gone and I had a reply:
“We enjoyed reading those poems last night,
And thanks for the names of the earthlings too -
We have many more experiments to do!”
2/7/13
For Michael's boomerang...send your poem for a ride contest
We read the stories every day,
A child snatched by a stranger.
He’s taken from his loving home
Where there should be no danger.
The devastated parents beg
For him to be returned.
Heartless abductors do not care.
Their frantic pleas are spurned.
He has been loved and nourished
For the whole of his short days.
Far from loving arms that held him
With his innocence he pays.
A lucky few are found alive
But are forever changed.
His future has been colored
By the demonic or deranged.
If or when these deviates are caught,
They should not be freed again,
They should live their lifetime in a cage
And feel their victim’s pain.
I cannot be kidnapped
I am safe
They wouldn’t find anyone
To pay my ransom
May be my dead body is worth more
I have to wait and see
In the meantime
I smile at my abductors
From a divine place