Best Angstchildren Poems


Premium Member My Mirror Must Be the Trowel

Your words lance through to bone, acid sizzling into every hole
I haven't filled in, yet I dig, and ponder, and dig, filling in.

I still rock where the echoes of door slammed shut, bounce around
like a crazed nut of truth, crazed distorted view, walls where none existed.

The lifeline of my life was a frail strand on the morning breeze
I could pull into view, ride like a youth jumping the ocean waves

that you sucked into the cold vacuum of your jealous ways
and not ending there, you stole the skate board, stole the waves

locked me into a endless stuffed food binge where doubt could be sweetened
but locked me further into a closed room, like a finished book

that no one wanted to read the first time or the last or ever
because it answered no questions, kissed no lips, hungered for nothing

gave nothing back to the children of the wave, children of the clouds
and then squished all the children into little mushed piles you ate

and then complained they had no blood left. I dig, with this trowel
wanting a mirror of burial, where the skies can rain down upon the muck

and quiet your words, quiet your harping, quiet your blows upon pride
and leave me a trowel upon which I can live out or die, piling scar tissue

over endless lies, over the cries of hungry children, over the cries 
of forgotten waves and restore someday the laughter and surprise of life.

Cookies, Milk, Monkey Bars and Guns

COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS

WE HELPED LAY THE FOUNDATION FOR THEIR FACTORIES
THE FOUGHT WITH ENMITY AGAINST THEIR ENEMIES
WE RODE RAILS TO ANOTHER PRISTINE CITY OR TOWN
AND NOW, THANKS TO OUR POLLUTION THE RIVERS ARE BURNT SIENNA BROWN

WE POPULATED YOUR CITIES WITH CHILDREN YOU COULD NOT FEED
SO WE FED THEM WITH NUTRITION AND RAILED AGAINST GREED
WE FILLED THE SCHOOLS WITH CHILDREN AND PLAY TIME PHUN
BUT TOO MANY YOUNGSTERS ARE PACKING A GUN

THEY LISTEN TO SONGS SUNG BACKWARDS FOR A HINT OR A CLUE
AS PROSECUTORS AND JURIES WONDER WHY THEY DO WHAT THEY DO
THEY DO WHAT THEY DO BECAUSE RACISM AND HATRED PREVAIL
AND NOT ONLY THEM BUT MOST ALL OF US ARE DOOMED TO FAIL

FOR ALL OF US WITH CERTAINTY WILL CERTAINLY FALL
BECAUSE SO MANY OF US WON'T STAND UP STALWART, STRONG AND TALL
THEN MILLIONS OF STUDENTS FLOOD THE STREETS WHEN THEY HEAR THE DISMISSAL BELL
AS US USELESS AND BLIND ADULTS SET AN OPEN COURSE DESTINED STRIGHT TO HELL
             (C)2011.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Premium Member Nobody Cares

A homeless man broke his legs falling through an abandoned building's stairs,
but sadly however, nobody cares.
A mother can't feed her children because her pantry is bare.
Sadly however, nobody cares.
Our children are dying in a war over there
deceived into believing that we're liberating a people lost in despair.
The truth is corporate giants want control of the oil over there
and war is also big business for these giants once it's declared.
Our children are  being slaughtered  and maimed for oil and profit 
as the sinfully rich get richer with every military revenue deposit.
How could all of this continue to go on with so many being aware?
Most shamefully it appears that nobody cares.


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