“Domestic violence often follows a cycle that includes tension building, an incident of abuse, reconciliation, and a calm phase before the cycle repeats. This pattern can escalate over time, with the frequency and severity of abuse increasing.”
Mayo Clinic. Wikipedia
You are beautiful even when black and blue
You are the victims and survivors of violence
You are men and women hiding a bruise
Pretending makeup or shades is just styling
You walk sandy soft for there’s a big stick
Or a belt or a fist or and words that hurt
You are afraid to leave maybe you have kids
Amethyst heart the pattern starts it’s absurd
Patterns first you are being green gaslit
Always a scream blaming you for it all
Next is the scene you wish to skip
Throwing things or maybe you against the wall
You are not to blame for the pain
Carefully you must exit but it’s hard
Perhaps it’s the way he/she calls your name
You know that the apology is to start
Spread your wings battered butterfly
God created you to persevere in life
Make a plan to escape and fly high
Happiness will follow in due time
A Brave Soul
The sea is stormy, with wild waves up high,
A little boat sailing beneath the sky,
Battered by woeful wicked wayward winds,
Has a part of the main sail worn and torn,
Yet the sailor steers on, the soul unshorn.
Oak Tree Hiku 46
lonely oak tree
battered by storms and men~
nature`s grace standing tall.
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“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” E.E. Cummings
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The Story of my Life
A stalwart pine tree battered by vile men
And shattered by the heartless hands of fate
I still stand shining, scanning the firm land
In life`s late hours and, though in feeble state,
With valour I bear on myself my weight.
“He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34.14 NLT
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Hanging on for Dear Life
A stalwart spruce tree battered by wild gales
And assaulted by vile envious men,
Donning themselves the shameless garb of friends,
Now still stands as a sad sorrowful tale.
Battered, but not shattered, the lonely tree
Clutches on to its roots to stand around,
Hanging on for dear life to the firm ground
And making to the Lord a humble plea.
Our relationship is oh so sad
Whatever I do, she gets real mad
She'll start screaming on high
Then she'll blacken my eye
And all of you think you've got it bad
With blood on the line
He's sent down deep into an abyss
By his chosen true deeds
All trusted allies
With blood on the line
He's been defamed
Hell infringing upon his days
He melds, yeah, he's made
Unto him who listens amiss
Like a river wouldn't flow aback
He's been done hard about
He's back, yeah back and stronger
With blood on the line
Like a ragged-fine linen
He's battered and tattered
By his precious chosen corner
An industrious pain duly inflicted on him
Hard and wise he acclimatized
Like a wronged beast he'll surely devour
A one, and two at the mountain's shore
Life is weak still strengthened with evil
A number of human is but the devil
Grace is gracious to break him free
Thus his come back against the villain
Hearts such as mine
such as yours
should never travel
on bullet trains.
though the trip allowed
but a few hours
was never scheduled, never ours
w' nowhere to go but forward
into a dark unknown.
not one to complain
w'you tagging along
the fare's still the same,
I always loved your song.
something soothing, calming
enveloping me in timbre and tone
like softest rain falling
o'er battered fortress walls.
You can always hear the jangling sound,
Of the organ grinder as he makes his way around.
He's out there in the rain or sun,
And everyone looks and seems to have fun.
He is a funny looking man with an old battered hat,
Which he holds out for people to put their pennies in, but sometimes there are buttons and other bits of this and that.
He seems very old and is stooped and bent,
Pulling that old organ around just to get enough to pay his rent.
He hasn't been around lately, perhaps he is to old to turn the stiff organ winder,
It's been a long time now, so it seems we have seen the last of that old organ grinder.
Toils and brawls hit hard herebelow
Till poetry and its bliss are forgotten;
Till the joys of rhyme totter battered
By thrusts of a world foul and rotten.
But when the last of blows
The versifier's nose all wet
Has left in crimson sutures,
This quill shall scribble yet.
She vowed to be with him for the rest of her life.
He beat her constantly and she was a battered wife.
He beat his wife over and over again.
He didn't care that it was a terrible sin.
But one day he killed her when he hit her too hard.
He broke her neck and he buried her in his backyard.
Ten years passed and he thought he'd gotten away with his crime.
But some people found her body and now he is doing hard time.
When he left on a trip, his sister was going to surprise him with a swimming pool.
When the diggers dug up the body, his sister learned that he's both evil and cruel.
He tried to keep the truth hidden but he was bound to fail.
She was a battered wife and her husband is rotting in jail.
(This poem is fictional but many women are victims of domestic violence)
GODLY WOMAN STANDS (PRAYERS OF A BATTERED WOMAN)
God got you where you've been Where you're at...
This moment where you are
Where is the heart of the man that battles the vessel, heart and mind of a woman
Where's the God in Him then?
This moment where you are
I shall I am a better man with the true heart of a Godly woman
Where's the God in Him then?
Godly woman with her prayers, Stand
I shall I am a better man with the true heart of a Godly woman
Where is the heart of the man that battles the vessel, heart and mind of a woman
Godly woman with her prayers, Stand
God got you where you've been Where you're at...
STAND
6/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I hold it quite tattered
To have someone flattered,
All the time, some John mattered:
Such Johns are soon scattered!
Many still call me 'Prof',
Thank God some would just cough,
Saying it in a voice rough
Shows of being The Gruff...
Then failed is flattery
And charged my battery
While I dare mystery
Far from the jittery...
Then, the oft flattered
Is the oft battered.
The pain, the darkness,
I'm under attack.
All roads are closed,
No going back.
At a standstill, a place
Of no return.
A crossroad of decision,
Still so much to learn.
Going the wrong way,
Headed for hell.
Who has the answer?
They won't tell.
Stuck in an endless rut,
Of what could be.
Taking care of everyone,
Forgot about me.
The pass haunts me,
No looking back.
Hey, here's Karma with
Another smack.
A lot of chaos,
Too much greed.
On your pain,
She will feed.
Selfish, smooth, evil,
And mean.
I wash and wash it,
Never comes clean.
I'm out of order,
Heart can't take no more.
? Changes might be knocking,
I won't answer the door.
The darkness is around me,
It pulls me under.
The sky lights up,
I feel the thunder.
Alone in the darkness,
No light to be found.
I strain to listen,
I hear no sound.
The pain it holds me
Tight.
It sneaks up,
On its endless plight.
I can remember when two
Hearts fused.
My soul is forever Battered
And bruised.
Turbo1904
your life wasn't easy
I was nine that morning
your battered face
you said you ran into
a clothesline pole
but it was a tank
the same one I ran into
when you took us away
I should have been
angry at him, not you
you gave your children a life
sacrificed everything
yet I never
not even now
fully realized
what a strong, courageous
and loving woman
my mom....
I'm trying
I hold onto the memory
of that time a bad call
at the very last second
cost me
a fiercly contested
wrestling match
you knew
it was more
than that disappointment
grinding me down
sitting there on my bed
despondent
on the cliff's edge
staring down into a sea of
disillusionment
you came
sat beside me
and told me you understood
how discouraged I was
but that when you watched me
you saw a man fighting a battle
and it made you proud
and it made me cry
god it made me cry
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