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Bluebeard

My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake 
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.

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Sleepy Love

Candles burned bright richly warm
ambience mellow and red
with love I touched his hot hand
when soft snoring heard

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Amber Nectar


The glass she placed down on the table
She would have another now, if she were able

The pain melted for just a little while
This amber liquid could make her smile

Her life was spiraling down and down like the drink
Round and down, but she thought she would not sink.

Inner strength she knew that she possessed 
Would it save her when she was put to the test?

The pains the problems would all dissipate
She would show them all, if it wasn’t to late.

This amber nectar she knew was just a crutch
As the last straw, the drowning man will clutch.

The dregs in the glass, they are smiling now 
Tempting her-fill me once more, you know how.

“I  make you feel better, most of the time
Go on take another sip, it isn’t a crime.”

The man at her side put his hot hand on her knee
Squeezing it, “I’ll get  another in and then we will see.”

You get on outside the customers are waiting
Get out and work now, there’s no more debating.

You will earn what you drink, that’s what you desire
This amber nectar is now all you require.

You know nothing in this life ever comes free
Now get on out there and earn  money for me.

And with a last sip this saddened lass
Drained the now painfully empty beer glass…

Entry for the "And with a sip" contest by Paula Swanson

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I Will Suffer

save me from hells hot hand
draw me on to heaven's graceful grip
once i am in your path lead me on to a world
of green grass
pink and purple butterflies
i am yours and i need you to mold me
make me the women i should be
make me enjoy being me
when i look in the mirror i want to smile
its hard being strong and weak at one time
build my courage to go out and get what i need
i am sorry for the wrong i have done in the past
and i will make up for it
its gonna be hard but i will
do it for you
i hope these words get to you 
and u lead me to a road with success 
written on it
if i turn to the road of failure
I WILL SUFFER

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Cold Steel, Hot Blood

Cold Steel, Hot Blood

Cold blue steel gleaming in the night,
coldly importuning a hot hand,
death clad in a copper jacket,
innocent flesh and blood outmanned.

Sight lines of anger and rage,
beads drawn on defenseless souls,
whether purposeful or random,
take a disastrous bloody toll.

Since the savage hand of murder
clenched the gun in lieu of the sword,
shots echoing through city canyons,
lay waste all hope of urban accord.

Abraham, Martin and John,
Ronald took a bullet too,
loyal servants of the people
who died in our gun crazy zoo.

Trigger pulls by unhinged souls
stain the breaking news of the day..
A shameful national curse
that won't end with Santa Fe.

Bodies riddled with ammunition
meant to wound, maim and slay
fired from guns so easily bought
thanks to zealots of the NRA.