Best Lashed Out Poems
As I walked along the shore
With thoughts that brought an emptiness to a heart
That once beat within the soul of a young sailor
At one with the elements
Without mercy
As though seeking vengeance for an unnamed wrong
And again I felt the chill of another battle looming
In the distance
But a smile lashed out gripping a face
That knew that the taste of victory was mine
Seeing only the beauty
Of the ocean and
Feeling her strength
As my legs carried me toward
The eye of the pending storm.
Thank you Larisa for the inspiration.
Storm clouds gathered in the skies
Swirling angrily and anxious
For the war
Brewing somber colors
Not swept away by the mighty wind.
Finally, holding off no longer,
They exploded in a crash of thunder
As lightning lashed out in pain.
The tension was relieved
While the torrential downpour flowed
Like an avalanche of tears,
And washed the dusty air.
Then, as if by magic,
When the last drop of rain was shed,
The aurora of sun embraced the sky
And kissed it softly with a rainbow
To fade the ashen gloom.
As my tears dissolve our storm
Hug me with your sunshine
Of understanding love
And let the rainbow of our kiss
Paint away the hurt.
February 16, 2015
~1st Place~
Contest: Impact and Metaphors
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Judged: 10/03/2020
When my father was in a drunken stupor,
He could be a disgusting, nasty pooper
His paranoia would send him into a rage
Everyone was against him took advantage,
So he thought, while inflating his self-worth
A vain man of massive ego and matching girth
He lashed out at those who loved him most,
Of his superior qualities he would often boast.
When he was sober, he could be Mr. Milquetoast
Some said he was one of the finest men on earth
It is true, he could exhibit considerable mirth
We wondered how he could turn the page
He was, indeed, a smart man, …even a sage.
Among friends he was considered a trooper,
But he could be a disgustingly nasty pooper
When my father was in a drunken stupor.
Written March 8, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
#68 on List of 100 Best Poems
Poetry Soup
April 1, 2022
Europe's concerned
The world will burn
Russia's a tad worried
Her ambitions may be buried
Mr. Obama's lashed out and chided
His country's withdrawal as "seriously misguided"
Ordinary residents of the Middle East
Do not want to unleash war's beast...
High up in the sky
Beyond where eagles dare fly
One angel confessed to the Good Lord, his Friend:
I was counting on Mr. Trump
To act like a Chump--
Did he? ~ 'Think the world's gonna end?'
O tender soul, o innocence defiled,
What cruelties did your youth upend?
Tormented by she who should cherish her child,
Instead her addictions made her your fiend.
Those eyes that should have beamed with a mother's love,
Grew cold and contemptuous in the throes of her vice.
What horrors played out in that hellish dugout,
As her demons unleashed their malicious device?
Did her hands that were meant to soothe and caress,
Leave marks of unspeakable malice instead?
While her harsh words like knives did your spirit suppress,
Leaving your young mind battered and misled.
In that lair where you should have known only grace,
An unholy darkness descended to reign.
Fear and anguish contorting your sweet face,
As her sickness lashed out again and again.
O the trauma embedded, those indelible scars,
That no child should ever have etched on their soul.
Your safe haven perverted by terror's brutal chars,
Stripping security's blanket that should make one whole.
And when at last you were plucked from that pit,
From the hell that your childhood had tragically become,
Other arms tried to embrace and permit
The shattered pieces of you to be some.
But the ghost of those horrors still stalked in your mind,
Echoing torments that never were quieted.
The hyper-vigilance always lurking behind,
As the demons you fled, you could not outride.
For PTSD's insidious grip took its hold,
Replaying those memories of helplessness felt.
The night terrors and flashbacks forever retold,
Of the agonies your young being did pelt.
O you brave, resilient warrior of the soul,
Battered but never defeated by your youth's blight.
The traumas that tried to leave you a haunted, scarred toll,
Could never extinguish your infinite light.
For though she was meant to protect you
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable
The Spirit of a child but with Instinct and Cunning
Heart of a Golden Huntress
Eyes of Eternal Love and Forgiveness
Ears that Heard every word I said
Feet that were Swift to bring me a Smile
A Beauty unsurpassed
This Breathtaking creature, surely one of God's Finest
My Gift of Life and Love
Seeing from the Heart those things which were hidden
Courage and Confidence a beautiful Coat of Faith
A Kind Tongue to gently heal the wounds when others lashed out
Bold and Brilliant with Undeniable Excellence
She waits for me my Friend...
See You Again
- For my great husky mix dog Tara
Many people have wonderful pets for friends
I consider them to be my "treasures in heaven"
Thanks for letting me share mine with you
I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly I cried.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly l cried.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.
Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, I espied.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.
Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, l espied.
Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'
Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'
I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
The camel has become angered
As he humps to the watering hole
Looking for blood, where only water flows
So he lashed out like a Lucifer
The devils crown
Is behind his cloak
The steam of violence flowing
All around the mask, falling to ground
His malice was clear
The masked ones holds’ malice dear
Their hearts beat for their illusions unclear
While staring at their uneducated feet
Flies and rodents do lick their tongues
Bismallah has a way you see, justice is his sponge
Be wary of the white robes, their belts hold deception
The evil ones will smile, and kill for attention
Listen not the words of the devils conception
Draw your sword when danger is the direction
Speak with soft words when you see the hearts of the meek
Let not the evil ones lie and deceive, its only hate they seek
I dated Mary Browne from out of town
She was a lovely lass.
She'd auburn hair and freckles and a perky little ass .
The donkey carried her to Sunday school
And all seemed well and bright.
The lads were green with envy , especially Parson White .
But big Bob Gray , on that fateful day
Said ; " WOW !!!, she'd grace my bed.
As he thrust his lusty hand at her,the poor girl turned bright red.
Her ass was having none of this,
He heehawed ... heehawed... " Don't dare " !!!
And with a flick , lashed out a kick
Now Bob Gray is gone much greyer .
His eyes are now pink bloodshot .
His groin is black and blue .
But now he sings soprano , from the very last church pew .
Then Sheriff Green came on the scene
Not knowing what to do
Said "never mind , I'm colour blind , can't tell my pink from blue.
My amber , mauve or lilac could be torquise , white or brown ,
So saddle up your donkey and get your ass out of my town".
For Olajide's color blindness contest .
The question is, who is to blame?
I often ask myself this question with no other thought than to torment myself. I have always concluded to admit (though it is a straight-out lie) that I am to blame. I am the cause of these insecurities…these torments…these infernal thoughts—my literal insanity. A part of me actually believes that lie! I am in awe. Can you fathom such a thing? A lie that I know is in fact a lie is so deeply strung in the recesses of my brain as to lead me to believe that is IS the truth! I am to blame. Why justify this lie into ostensible innocence and truth? Who the hell do I have to convince!?
I think I mean to torment myself to the grave…I have justified many a lie for that sole purpose. On the pedestal the lie rises and engulfs the spirits, taking with her the very pride and dignity I pretend to promote. But what is the pleasure in a lie when there is no one to lie to but yourself?
So I lie today and every day. I write hour upon hour of useless words that I, in all of my nothingness, can only appreciate to its fullest. And I laugh when somehow through the valleys of mendacity, a raw truth emerges. It has many eyes and many ears. It can be tasted that someone…someone out there has been convinced.
I remember my wife was holding our child
I had just lashed out at her,
Had beat her to the core
With the brutality of my merciless words
She was trapped in the fury of my hellish present,
Sucked up in the very heart of it
What haunts me the most…
Was how calm the baby was through it all
There she was in hysterics,
Literally out of breath in her own sobs,
Clutching my daughter’s little hand
In her feeble, sorrowful embrace
She looked into her eyes
The child was looking straight into her soul
I paused from my torturing and watched,
As that serene child never looked away
From the globes of her mother’s eyes
Straight into her pain-filled life,
Trapped in the ugly, sticky redness of her sagging cheeks
I wonder how one so young
Could even bear looking into the face of raw sorrow
That void was beyond me…
That child that day…was not my own
A crack of a smile appeared on her face and I completely lost it
She enjoyed her mother’s sorrow!
She enjoyed it…
If she could only see me now…
How happy—how happy that child would be
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey
She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared
Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind,
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin
Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag
She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks
Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
The Burning Torch
My darling I am coming home, for you just wait and see
I didn’t drown that fateful day, into the deepest sea.
I hear you call me every night, you sit upon the porch
And wait for me now to return, I see your burning torch.
It started out like any day, the sea so calm, just right
Blue cloudless day, a gentle breeze blew on the mast so tight.
Good fishing had, now time to go, set sail for homeward bound
No worries had, for our return we would be safe and sound.
Some clouds rolled in to blot the blue, the sea began to foam
We’d gone out miles to catch the best, before we turned for home.
The sailors all went to their place, dark clouds began to form
They knew the signs were ominous a brewing of a storm.
The nets reeled in, a thunder clap, then lightning sent a flare
With expert hands upon the deck, to panic would be rare.
The Captain spoke “Now listen men, this storm puts us to test
It seemed to come from no-where lads, just do your very best".
The clouds grew dark, the waves lashed out, the ship it bobbed about
With lightening flashing all around, loud thunder clapped, no doubt.
Our footing hard to keep on deck, all soaked from rain that poured
I did not see the big wave come, next we were overboard.
We thrashed about the raging sea; we watched the ship go down
Could this be really happening, I knew that I would drown.
My mind though strong, my body weak, ‘twas then I heard you shout
“Come back to me” but was too late, this angry sea won out.
And just as I was going down, again I heard your voice
"Come back my love I need you here, don’t leave you have a choice".
I chose to stay right by your side and be your guiding light
From where I lie on oceans bed I see you every night
So yes my love I heard your call, upon that fateful day
And though you’re saddened by my loss, I have now this to say.
“Do not be sad my dearest one, do wipe away your tears
For I was with you in the past, will stay throughout your years."
Now as you sit upon the porch and gaze out to the sea
Keep searching for my ship’s return, one day you will see me.
You’ll see me smile, I’ll take you hand together we will go
To where life’s journey does return, and only we will know.
How come you say you love me but ignore me?
How come you see me but dont hear me?
How come you let her abuse me but supposedly don't see it?
What made you think it was ok?
What made you send me away?
Was it her that tainted your mind,
Or was it you telling yourself it was fine?
I realize now that you never truly loved me or you would have saved me.
I realize now that you have let her control you.
I love you but I can not put up with it anymore.
If she is truly the person you love then so be it,
I couldn't stand it anymore so I walked out the door.
You say you love me but let me leave.
I was your daughter and I love you,
But you are not a good father…
What was going through your mind that morning?
I sat there and silently broke while you lashed out
I sat there silently trying to think of what i did wrong
I sat there thinking of who would miss me if i was gone
I was contemplating death and you didn't notice,
Or maybe you did but just didn't care.
You finally made me snap.
Afterwards you acted like nothing happened,
We went and got my driving permit and i went to work after.
I broke down when I got there,
I called my mom and you had not told her the whole truth.
I put you in jail that night,
I feel bad but you deserved it.
We have court coming up soon,
How are you going to react when I walk into the room,
looking more alive than I have in the last 10 years
What are you going to say when I tell the judge everything?
Will you deny it and say I'm being dramatic like always?
Will you say that you are guilty and see your mistakes,
What am I even saying?
Of course you won't,
You told me that morning that everything was my fault,
I started to believe it but then I saw the truth.
What will you do when you are told that you are never allowed to see me again?
Will you cry?
Will you be ecstatic youre getting rid of me,
Or will you be mad because I am finally happy and where I belong?
I say I love you,
Its true and even with all the pain you put me through,
I still do.
I will always have the good memories, but also the bad,
You will always be in my heart.
You will always be my father,
Just not a very good one.
I love you so much my forever love
There is no fancy way to say it
Over the years we grew apart
Because of our differences and our choices
But never for a minute did that love depart
What God placed in the heart is cemented
And our man-made efforts cannot erase it
We have tried many other roads to walk
Searching for that elusive something
All that happened was dross
So we come right back to the start
I thought we did finally make it
That we would be where we should have been
But then you hurt me with lies
You tore my heart apart
And I hated you for this
I lashed out to hurt you as much as you did me
The feelings of hate and spite was ugly
I look back and wish I had done things differently
That I had given you time to make amends
But in my haste to give myself justice
I forgot how deep my love for you is
But not even that hate can take this love away
Because I love you truly from deep within my heart
My dearest dearest only true love