January Abuse Poems

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly...

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 I needed a job to pay the bills
not knowing what I was getting into.
A telemarketing company if you can believe
selling pieces of Titanic’s carpet...

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Five days of hell
on the phone, selling lies
and pieces of the Titanic carpet.
A sinking ship of a company
with a captain who gropes and leers
and a...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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* Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse*

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        “dabble,...

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Even some years ago I was processing thoughts
like, real is the Santa Claus.
But naive days have gone so quickly
and I faced reality like falling from...

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Back to normal

The festivities are over, and the morning news 
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful 
their army is shooting...

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Attitude with latitude

originally written January 19th, 2019
and tension defines the dynamic

Valiant prince sip pulled effort
rebuffed, snubbed, thumbed
courtesy eldest daughter
uncontested vainglorious woke
mine genuine apology,
viz sincerely yours...

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If soldiers could cry (2024 Updated)

I really want to know:
How does feel to be a soldier
And go to war?
How can you shoot 
Someone in the...

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He layed me on the snow. My backside was freezing, the hard chunks of snow overwhelming my body like prickling needles. He pulled my pants...

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A sleepover 
Hooray
My sister and I
We pack light
a small bag each

It's been 3 days
I am out of fresh clothes
I miss my toys
Can I go back...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023

Above title attests 
how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure...

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 B   ugger came in at three A.M.
 R   ip roaring through the house
"O   bloquy did not happen", said...

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Free to roam
But never do
Invisibly shackled
Inexplicably remaining
There are no tethers, reins or walls
But I am held
Without comfort

I shift and stir
And pace about
Or sit and stare
But...

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