Best Festered Poems

 Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
   her fiery scars pound against her sanity
    struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
     A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
     ...

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icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws 
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia

heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded...

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Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying...

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Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
 Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow Bird”,  in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam

O...

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created not by God but man
harsh ridicule he endured

abhorring the mere site of him
people pursued a “monster” in perception only
carrying torches and weapons

angst festered within a tormented heart
sentenced to a life of agonizing loneliness
without committing a crime

abandoned by a thoughtless creator
his arduous trek to find...

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Tomorrow is not a given;
yesterday can't be taken back.
Today is your reality;
and hope is what keeps you on track.

Live within the moment of now;
delve into the essence of you.
And ask yourself if you're happy;
have your wishes and dreams come true?

Look deep within your fragile heart;
have...

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Rage festered within my wounded soul
darkness swallowing all hope, peace
a wingless dove – denied…..  Truth the
lifeless lie of separation’s connectedness.

Eyes closed – I saw the horror of my helplessness
listened to fear’s deafening roar, tasted the
bitterness of the victim – and prayed
to the god of...

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What be of love if one was purged of thee
To claim a life of constant misery,
To wander lost a blind alley not free
Turned from once a flower to shrubbery?
When dusted away the shadows from time
Those that festered within a view so plain,
Yet not wanting to...

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I am sorry for the fights
we had when you shared my bed.
And the ever-present doubt
that constantly filled my head.

Every flirtation festered,
poisoning my heart and soul.
And amidst the suspicions,
depression levied its toll.

The pain of your betrayal
has torn my whole world apart.
And I have not stopped crying;
since...

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Critically injured 
How deep the cut
Surely time would heal
A river of blood
From the wounds
Her sons lay dead in the fields
Extremities mangled
Conscience tormented
From sores that festered and burst
Bloated bodies
Stench of death 
As bigoted hate was rehearsed
Reluctant surrender
Her fever broke
The physical damage immense
The worst had past
Was the...

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Once
these corridors 
echoed with life
a citadel for restoration
of body and mind
a bastion of promise
for the tormented
to the outside world
it had many names
Forest Lawn Sanitarium
was its Nome de plume

I--- simply called it--- home

In its day
it was of grand design
cathedral ceilings
hung with crystal chandeliers
finest draperies form fitted
to...

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(Being Part Two of Telemachus)


But they trade mindfulness 
for profit,
secret with laws dipped 
and festered -----
great feasts -----
with few of seat 
and dark their company 
in beastly caves;
always belly to the ravished earth!

Not a morsel they lack....
though they steal from pauper''s
rickety table;
taxing them, whilst they...

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When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’
Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and...

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Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life 
about the things you did to me 
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk, 
let alone write poetry 
We were family so I was told 
as they gave away...

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'O starry night ----
  with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
  I came with nothing this ancient trek,
  this aged morsel, I am;
  and found you crowning the misted moon....
  and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
...

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