Unseen assailant force
Pushing me back with each step
Preventing my breath
my chest has been exploding for years,
no rhythm, the offbeat
heart thrums—
the eyes harp ocean water charged
faux tears.
Who is this assailant wearing my
face?
she has no right to feel this way,
She is not
who
I
want
to
be.
sad little nothing, begging for love—
pleading for scraps
from siblings tongues
resign, release.
Please
Nothing is not what
I am meant to be.
my reoccurring dream is a nightmare
because I am walking under the concrete underpass
located next to the town square in my hometown
this is a place I have always been scared of
terrifies me, so why am I there?
was I chased here?
the air feels ominous
I hear a twig snap
this is no forest
it is concrete, uphill
the further I go the more terrified I become
I am cornered by my assailant
he throws me down on the ground
I am going to scream so loudly, the entire town will hear me
but no sound comes out
there is only silence
I try again and again
waking up with black pupils
full of fear, scared to death by my scariest dream
a dream I cannot get rid of
a dream that haunts me for fifty-seven years
I am worried sick
Helpless and a bit thick
Everyday I’m numb to the core
Hoping to not find you on the floor
I care so deeply about this pain
It has completely frazzled my brain
I want to vomit all the time
Scared of the unknown and decline
I am terrified for your life
And this could be the end dear wife
Try and talk through the situation
With logic and little information
Guess the diagnosis causing panic
All getting very dramatic
Logic has no place in a frantic mind
Straight forward thinking is declined
Being the watcher and not the patient
Just a spectator not an assailant
Reasonable talk is out the window
All the time we are in limbo
My voice just makes the snap
Maybe we are becoming a gap
All I do is try to help
And what you want is to scream and yelp
Yours is not the only life to change
I would do anything to exchange
The world still turn time doesn’t stop
Tick tock please don’t drop
I need you now and forever
One day your life maybe better
a sharp two-edge blade
cuts too quick for pound of flesh-
sly parry of wit
leaves assailant floundering
for razor sharp comeback slice
Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad
Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda
Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent
Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara
Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica
Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
Tortures subordinates to claim her island
Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot
Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate
Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown
Nautical Nineteenth November
Not done yet
Jason Doig joined the South Australia Police as a cadet in 1989
Commencing his service as team orientated officer so inclined
Between 1995 to 1998 he served as a Naval Reserve diver too
Giving his time and skill for Australia freely as his duty to do
But he was not done yet
He served the Luncindale Community for twelve years
An ideal country police officer and quintessential bloke without peer
As the bedrock of his Community he was always there
His creed was kind, caring, generous and unique to care
But he was not done yet
Jason was adventurous by habit in all he’d do
He lived his life by his creed all the way through
Taken by an assailant and his duty met
It was clear in this time that he was not done yet….
© Paul Warren Poetry
For Brevet Sergeant Jason Doig South Australia Police killed by assailant’s bullet on 17 November 2023 at Lucindale, South Australia . RIP your duty done.
Ex-President Trump had a near miss recently. That can be traumatizing.
We know how it is, our old republic survived a near insurrection recently.
At least Trump's assailant was killed, he can rest easy.
Thanks to faux-jurisprudence, our felon is still out there - on the loose.
.
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Songs for this:
Run On by Elvis Presley
Use Me (feat. Cynthia Greene) by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
.
I love gospel music, maybe because I’m from Georgia, the home of MLK, civil rights and the Ebenezer Baptist Church. Lisa (who lives in Manhattan) and I’ve made two pilgrimages to the Brooklyn Tabernacle to hear the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. I admit that I’m a heathen and a pagan but when I hear a gospel choir - I'm easily reduced to tears, and I’m moved to at least wish that I believed.
.
I would never wish Mr. Trump harm. I would like to see him loose fairly and resume his opulent, civilian life.
There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Covered in their linen armour
Safe in servants' courters
There were ninja stars beside beds
Numchucks at hand’s breadth
To wield stealth attack
A forcefield of strength
There were guard dogs as allies
Silent and calm collected
Patrolled with gnarled teeth
Agents of the clan
There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Quiet and self-restrained
Until window panes did shriek
There were two ninjas on their feet
An assailant was at hand
With much commotion and snarling
Were they at flight to catch that man!
These two ninjas in the dark
Were but brothers trying to sleep
Burglars came to wreak havoc
And that is about the norm…
If a time and place is different
for them to fire off their weaponry,
to lie and win against a significant.
What keeps a similarity in liability,
to lie and win in a predicament
where skill is an absolute necessity?
Bold and without a last abatement,
I see through the lies of industry.
Bold and without a past abashment,
wouldn't be paid a cent currency.
Seen by gross pure aggrandizement,
violent potent a cologne adversary.
Laughably, an obvious despondent.
Is there no end to one so lairy?
A stone thrown, I notice your salient.
I won't resemble the tuning veeries.
Even no pruning, losing an assailant.
The truth is tied up in flimflammery.
Path set by the trying time rodent.
Cocky, peacocking varies ostentatiously.
Read past the first half constituent.
Go pass-through a proof for checkery.
Auction of nonsense falsified Rembrandt.
Author a snow cipher meeting misery.
LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and a salt and pepper combo shaker,
some Country Crock (churn style),
a napkin wrapped utensil set, a kids pool plastic makeshift toilet, (which she was going to hand to Shroomer, because he was full of hot air, but remembered he was now an assailant/fugitive in their circle), instead she french kissed Rosie Odonut and said, "if you blow up this beach and get your lips warmed up I will split the last two with you", while winking. When she fashioned her table cloth bib in place (so she wouldn't stain her beautiful Sunday dress) she was rock em sock em-and ready to go.
Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams...Then, WailersWitch walked in...
North Howard Street on a hot summer Friday,
two elderly men quietly praying on a sidewalk
outside a Baltimore, Maryland Planned Parenthood,
suddenly a single man assailant brutally battered
the both of them,
the concrete the men were slammed down to
was hard and unyielding.
Although they were bloodied with broken bones
and bruises,
they returned to the Planned Parenthood the
next Tuesday.
Two more of God's messengers,
witnesses for a chance His babies can
be born-
who cannot speak up for themselves.
Jesus shed His life's blood-
so we could truly live too. ~
he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!
the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play
“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an orgy”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped
what is he running from...?
an assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying,
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face
“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind”
the other agreed!
as the scene on the road,
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!
March.10. 2023
~Placed Second~
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
As I sit here in my chair, something just didn't feel right,
I scratched my head, rubbed my face trying to broaden my sight.
I though and mediated for hour's and hour's, with not even a clue,
what is this feeling that came over me, what am I to do?
I had to have drank 4 pots of coffee and smoked cigarettes all the while,
then my phone rang, it was my attorney, he said would take it to trial.
I wasn't sure how to tell him, that I wasn't being charged anymore,
so I got up from my chair, started pacing the floor.
I told my attorney I didn't need him, he ask me why?
well I laughed so hard I thought we were both going to cry.
I told him I was no longer in the pasture, the place where I was being charged you see,
now there were 2 fences between the assailant and me.
He ask if there were any officer's around in whom he could speak,
I told him I wasn't going back through that field forever and a week.
I was charged twice already, almost had to hire you to keep from getting charged again,
you should've seen it coming, I was being charged by a bull and not by men.
Every busy city needs a vigilante,
Every seething cauldron needs a ladle,
Evil lurks in the dark,
It attacks like a shark.
Gotham city needs a defense,
Batman needs a place,
To house the assailant,
To take them away from the city’s terrain
Arkham asylum has held the fort,
Like a rope held taut,
The villain, it has held bound,
As many as could be found.
Some scoundrels escaped,
They were trailed and taped,
The road led to the asylum,
Securely reinforced to the maximum.
January 13, 2023.
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