Dealing with child abuse is never easy, or straight forward
in my own case ,I was abused for over 6 years,
physically and mentally.
my mum left when I was 7,
she could not take any more abuse from dad,
dad turned on me soon after....
I often went to school black and blue ,
from my shoulders to the backs of my knees.
HOW COME NO-ONE REPORTED HIM ?
he nearly suceed'ed in killing me !
(pushed overboard from his small boat ,
into the North Sea).
In my very early teens,
I had to run for my life...
I became a cutter.
trying to "bleed the bad out".
I had convinced myself that mum's leaving
and dad's abuse was all my fault;
poor deluded child.
Till one day , I went too deep and got a vein...
The hospital repaired it with what I call plastic vein.
It stopped me trying to "bleed the bad out".
The hospital's psychiatrist convinced me
that my parents were not MY fault.
Healing is still a work in progress for me,
I will get there with my sisters help.
(they were much stronger ,and healed quicker).
Sadly,
It left It's scars.
Elizabeth alexander 20/3/2016
my thanks to Shaunda and Gizella for saving me.
My heart was broken
I was 7 when mum left.
He turned on us kids then,
more-so me;
I was thirteen and a half
when he tried to drown me.
Pushed-overboard from his small boat.
No one there to hear the splash
or the cries ,
except HIM.
I was pulled back aboard,
his conscience pricked.
that same night ,I ran away ....for my life;
Only I valued it,
I survived
and live to tell the tale.
Elizabeth alexander 31/1/2016
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You have no-idea how many times over the years
(after I ran away from home , to stop my dad trying to kill me again)
that I wondered what was so wrong with me that he hated
me enough to try and kill me ?
why ? why ? why ?
I understood why mum left when I was 7
he was cruel and selfish to her
but us kid's ?
the hateful stares at the dinner table
the long uncomfortable silences
when me and my sister dare-not utter a sound,
Or out came the big leather belt !
I went to school some days black and blue
from my shoulders to the backs of my knees.
I got sent home once;
one of the teachers saw the bruises;
that got me another beating , and this time he broke my nose.
I don't hate him anymore
he has been a long time dead now.
I will never forget his cruelty.
thank you for reading...
If you see abuse happening
please report it;
YOU MIGHT SAVE A LIFE.
Elizabeth alexander 11/2/2016.
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once soothing to two
wherever time was
(throughout our relationship at times there was harmony)
lovers
in the moment
(that moment in time when we engaged in sex)
in music of the man who nature dances to
(god was with us)
wrestle in the wind
feel their existence
(and in our love of nature we felt our existence and we were with god)
on nothing they roll
(our love levitated us)
unaware of cold
(we felt nothing but one another)
swim the desert sand
(lost in our unconscious)
and she
wearing his smoking jacket
(and when it was done we were still one)
then it starts again
(our sexual experience continues)
the touch of chains
as they mesh explosive
on the edge of a steel rip
(bondage and trust on the cutting edge of our experimentation)
an hour of talking
(we talk)
then their bare flesh together
in their source
timed
(once again we bond in the making of love)
the crackling sound
of their intercourse
(our sounds like fireworks)
as in a filmstrip
(and we go beyond reality)
and once again
a thousand explosions
(as our orgasms are multiple and explosive)
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
Butterflies are landing on the flowers
and it's starting the spring
where the romance is blowing in your soul.
Smell of pollen flowers everywhere,
lying upon the spring trying to have
a soft kiss, a hug, a touch.
All the thoughts of the making love.
Fill me with exotic feelings.
Oh, I would love to say:
'all the pleasures you offered:
Let me be the person that you love forever'.
It's the last afternoon and we run for the school bus,
me and my brother, Mick, finally free,
'cos it's summer vacation, no teachers, no homework,
all the time in the world, well, a clear month or three.
We sit down for dinner with thoughts of the outside,
the playground, the carnival, so much to do!
"Say Grace, eat your veggies, and then do the dishes,"
said mom. "Kiss your Grandma, and Aunt Mabel, too. (ugh!)
I told Mick, "You be Tonto, I'll be the Lone Ranger,
it's MY mask, (you be Super Hero tomorrow,")
"OK, but I'm not gonna polish your pistols,
and I must make pee pee before we can go!"
"Come on! The light's fading, bad guys are escaping!
the world won't be safe from the wages of sin,"
so down to the pasture and up to the old barn
we galloped, 'til mom's voice commanded, "Come in!"
"Aww, mom, it ain't FAIR! What this is is 'ADULT dark,'
us kids can see, it's you old folks might fall."
Said mom, "then, there'll be no hot cocoa and cookies,"
"Oh, MOM! of a sudden, we can't SEE at all!!!
I adore you, curled and satisfied,
your beauty full displayed,
the swell, the fullness of your form
make thoughts of sadness fade.
Your lips so red and aggravated,
trembling with desire,
your breath, exhausted from the fire,
my body enervated.
Spent; the zenith of our passion
sealed and stricken with a kiss,
we lie content, the aftermath,
the pinnacle of bliss.
'Tis heav'n, the summit of our love,
enshrined in dreams so rare,
our promise locked in evermore,
I stroke your silken hair!
I hear the ring and deep down I know it’s you,
Anticipating what you want me to do.
Will you want me to sigh and give into you straight away?
Or will you want me to work for it, join in and play.
Pink meets pink as I lick out and taste my lips
Just thinking about you makes me itch.
Succumbing to your sweet siren call,
My fingers start to trace down my snowy white skin,
Finding the ample bosom within.
I feel around, pulling and teasing,
Even harder when I can hear it’s you that I’m pleasing.
Hearing you start to pant and sigh my name,
I begin to throb and tingle imagining the pain.
I tell you what I want to do,
And you tell me, carry on oh please don’t stop nothing more will do.
I go deeper down below,
Trailing my fingers through my parted thighs,
Moaning your name out loud giving you that wanted high.
I begin to rise hearing you pant even more,
Telling you I’m rubbing what is only yours
You say oh baby I’m right there!
And that arches my back sending me into the air.
I moan out your name, yelling it to you,
While I’m working my fingers right into the dew.
With a wither and an oh god parting my lips,
I finish the night with one last kiss.
It's my turn to burn the turkey this year.
We'll all drink too much and end up in tears.
Relatives we love and those we hate
Will all show up, there'll be a debate.
Cranberry sauce or Cranberry jelly?
Would serve them all right if I didn't serve any.
At least one item I love will be broken.
At least one thing said should not have been spoken.
We'll start with compliments, lies of course,
Sing off key, laugh till we're hoarse.
Try to keep the arguing down to a dull roar.
Watch out for Uncle Harold, the man is a boor.
The children are the best behaved of the lot.
Uncle Harold's now loaded, the man is a sot.
Would everyone please just sit down and eat
And why does everyone want the white meat?
Two more glasses of wine and I will get through it.
Next year it's Mexico. Family? ..Well screw it.
*
Purely fictional, meant in humor , please take it as it is, a joke
I'm dreaming of you..I smell the perfume you wear,
Smell, the natural scent of your smooth soft skin.
I do believe I would follow you anywhere,
Just to indulge in the sweet taste of sin!
I'm dreaming of you...those bedroom eyes.
And the lovely curve of your soft moist lips.
The plump thickness of your thighs,
How I yearn to taste your sweet dips.
One in a million ..This curvacious body I see,
Warm and luxurious curled up next to me.
I'm dreaming of the sweet ecstasy,
Described within this piece of poetry!!!
Wrote for Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. contest "One in a Million"
Thirsty Water
I should have gone to work today but
your tongue convinced me to come
inside and play with you…to ride our
red rocket ship to the distant planet of
lust where our sensual sins are instantly
forgiven and celebrated amidst mute pleas for
gentle mercy so rightly ignored as a token gesture to
rationality and begging for more is of course
granted by the Court of No Regrets
You alone have always held the secret
key that released the chastised prisoner of
passion locked deep inside of me your taste
buds have caressed every morsel of my
body as if I were an ice cube wrapped
in honey much like the oyster swallowed
whole to tease our ravaged pendulums whose
demand for thirsty water shall be quenched at
the moment our tongues mysteriously turn ice cold
Irish
Note Author Disclaimer: to my fellow poets....these are just words
on a piece of paper and an experiment in new
writing styles/expression for me. Topic is not meant to be
abusive or disrespectful to ANY reader. Please note this poem is categorized
by me in the 'Passion' category of PS.
Me and you tonight will relax and take things slow.
Sensuous conversation with Sade playing in the background on the stereo....
Me and you tonight will enjoy this bottle of Chardonnay.
Toasting under candlelight with a little foreplay....
Me and you tonight anything goes!
I will hold you tight, remove your clothes, and start with your toes!
Me and you tonight, will light so bright, ecstasys flame.
I will not be satisfied until you're screaming my name....
Me and you tonight will ignite this passion like a stick of dynamite.
Our bodies will glisten from sweat in the moonlight...
Me and you tonight will sleep comfortably in this bed;
And come dawn, I'll wake you to morning head!
No other man....Can make your heart smile like I do,
Because I appreciate you and know your value!
No other man....Will give you strength like I can.
I give you courage in those two shapely legs to stand.
No other man....Can make you feel sure and secure.
You know as well as I do this love is pure.
No other man....Will make your very essence glow,
And you know my M.O. so don't close your hearts window.
No other man....Can hand you the crown.
Only a king can understand and show you how to get down!
No other man....Will take your body beyond this physical plane,
Making passionate love to your brain!
No other man....Can kiss your lips, grip your hips like me,
Satisfying each fantasy going deep as the sea!
No other man....Can eat, preheat that oven like me;
Nor will another man make you cum continuously!
Bottomline what we share is without a doubt truly divine;
and no other man can stand the heat of your sunshine!!!
Allow my words to be like magic,/ my hands and fingers like inspecter gadget!/
Caressing every inch of your smooth brown skin./ Your mind locked-in./ Each syllable is
like the sweetest taste of sin;/ and with this pen,/ I write you an eternal melody./ R U feeling
me?/ Then make me feel like a man./ Take my hand,/ and lay with me,/ let our poetry/
unite/ so bright/ the passions flame./ I won't stop/ til you reach the top,/ and scream my
name!/
My butterfly kisses trace your hipline./ Pure pleasure along the core of your spine./
Your salty nectar tastes divine./ Our bodies intertwine./ So warm is your sunshine!/ Your
words are almost feline./ Such music we make./ You whisper "I'm not sure how much more
I can take!"/
You cum while on top of me./ A sudden jolt and you're back to reality./ Looking down
at each sentence I wrote./ You can still feel my soft kisses along your throat./ You're so
moist beneath your housecoat!/ Your thoughts float back to my love note,/ and you can still
feel every inch of me!/ This eternal melody!
continued from pt 1
See I know what you like and how you like it. I know what makes you excited. I know
how you like your coffee. I know to speak softly in the morning. I know after a nice warm
shower you're horny. I know you like to cuddle when it's storming. You know when it comes
to satisfying your needs you can rely on me. You know you can have all my time religiously.
When there was a problem I was the one you ran to. It used to be me and you. Us
against the world. You may as well been my girl. Before him I was the one. We used to
have so much fun. I gave you freedom to run. I was there for you, you were there for me.
He came along with his psycho jealousy. Baby it's okay. Because regardless of what you
say; I'm here 'til the end. Always your eternal friend. So who's it gonna be, him or me???
Note: Spoken word piece. Sometimes ladies you let that best male friend get away and end
up with th wrong man!
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