Best Lashes Out Poems
Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches beyond.
Hush the breeze whispers to the gulls above, hush, hush now,
Be still, for soon they will come, but these chatter snappers.
Refuse to yield in their battering’s scrawling, until the ocean
Itself-lashes out at them to be quiet.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
Dancers on fins of grace, seemingly toe stepping on the
Waves in a delicate balance, just for a second of brilliance
Display, while others incline in a somersault acrobatic
Air assault, to pay homages respect to the magnificent
Ocean for its eternal beauty, and salvation's refuge.
These gray phantoms of the divine ethereal realm,
Born with purity’s heart of innocence, true creatures
Of light and love, shine in the diamond star dust of twilight.
Birthed within the quaking wake of the lords divining hands,
At the moments his voice rose, in the beginning of time itself,
Dividing the light from the darkness, the dolphin took its first
Air breath of life, and the Lord Almighty,
Smiled down upon his aquatic creation with warmth and love.
Perfections free falling divers, enchanting the human heart
With their graceful swiftness, stealth and intelligence.
The sailor’s guardians at sea, these vigilant sentinels of the
Briny depth, follows the surging storms hailing, and await
To assist in the deist hour of humanities greatest need.
Within their loving pod, the young are nurtured by devotions
Breasts of giving, no tender a mother can ever be found
Then she the dolphin, born from the grace of God himself.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs beneath the waves
Of clarity.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?
I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?
Her self esteem was taken away
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled
How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will there be a judgement day?
Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret
Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside
Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.
If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and
the child becomes systemized.
Sea, I stand upon your shore with the rising of the sun
as sanguine shades of dawn blend with an amber sky
Long before the overture of the human race has begun
I walk barefoot on the sand; to moonlight wave goodbye
When Ra lifts his heavy eyelids and wipes away the sleep
his light is softly reflected in prismed mirrors on your skin
I wonder what buried treasure lies within your waters, deep
before my mind is captured by the wake of a dorsal fin
Your smooth satin surface is without wrinkles or ripples
It beckons me, "Come," as though you invite me to suckle
upon the salty crested waves of your whitecapped nipples
and I, powerless to refuse, would wade in and gladly truckle
Oh, rising Sea, would I were the wind to caress your cheek
I'd not tire of lying cradled in the ebb and flow of your tide
Rocked by gentle motion, I'd be entranced by your mystique
Upon Earth, you are feared and worshipped, far and wide
Your voice lashes out with Neptune's roar when riled in rage
but tranquil in peace when moonlight shimmers in the night
What dark secrets you hold would fill a novel, page after page
You evoke my mind with questions; flames burning, you ignite
Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.
Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.
Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.
The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.
She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.
He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.
She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.
He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.
She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.
He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound.
She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.
They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.
there is a storm deep in me
skies turn dark within my mind
a raging tsunami begging to be free
clouds obscure the truth to find
tidal waves crashing forcibly
lightning strikes and i am blind
battering my body for all to see
thunder tramples my heart to grind
pain lashes out to ignore my plea
as winds howl and i am resigned
to my fate,
my life,
my time.
I am a dangerous woman.
While I spin my venom at your head.
Like a serpent, I wrap myself around you.
My shapely curves you do admire.
Watch out -- my lips are on fire.
I am a dangerous woman,
full of vim and vigor.
My tongue lashes out
at all, I can catch,
with a simple twist.
I am a dangerous woman.
Watch out -- Before I catch
you in my web of mist.
THE FACES OF NATURE
Trees of varying shades of green
Sway gently in the breeze
Bursts of vibrant colours
Glorious sunsets o'er the seas
Brilliant moons and rising sun
Beauty for all to see
Beauty often hides the anger
That lies deep within
But lashes out mercilessly
Leaving devastation in its wake
Blasting rains
Powerful winds
Surging seas
Havoc
Everywhere
Nature can also nourish us
Green can grow again
We pray to send us healing winds
To mend our weary hearts
Bright sunshine to warm our damaged lives
Gentle rains to wash
Our tears
Away
The nation is very rich indeed
But,
Wounded out of loss direction;
Wounded out of lack of ambition,
Weeping out of lack of impulse;
Wounded out of lack of imagination,
Ingeniously exhumed out of the citadel of corruption;
While the funereal ultimately boils down to collateral.
In the funky train,
All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
And the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
The law has nothing to handcuff,
Kindred turned puppets loss of self-worth in defacto state
of war,
Faced with hemorrhaging despondency;
And splitting migraine disillusionment,
Miseenscene always greeted with fire and blood,
With fight and struggle half dead;
To trip in goats, straw and timber carrier,
Inevitable suicide spoof of teeming commuters,
And a caterwauling exodus end in thousands of legs under
the sea,
Carnival of Sharks tongue-smacked and praise-devour the
abundant feast;
While the aura of authority has little or nothing fish,
Often, sudden delight death cry of assailed victims,
Owa! Owa! Owa! {Alight}
A cry for shanty shambles bus stop,
As if deaf, the tyrant conductor
Lashes out in blinding curse and abuse;
Pressing and shoving for umpteenth fares,
Owa! Owa! Owa!
A plead for just a measure of tonic air,
Hard kerchief to wipe off addicted
Face of invincible gossamer,
Diabolical gene galloping in strides;
As compassion flees from rigours of heart of stone,
If swearing non-syllabic stunned altercating joust;
Could result in re-ordering of the lost world,
Plotless plastic lives of mean children of absentee Mamas
and Papas,
Would gauche braggadocio even king to brutal submission;
O! wretched loud louts touts,
Very loud louts touts foaming with tactless forming;
A riposte, may your road be rough,
A stamp on every man destiny.
amidst these sullen skies
tiny drops stream down
pain lashes out
atop the muddied ground
she sinks within
unable to lift herself
she tumbles down
like autumn's leaves
memories piling up
buried in the past
as years blow by
she crumbles
in winded gasps
time winds down
her last breath drawn
the storm lifts
as darkness falls
she rests in the stillness
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#2 Defenseless
Hatred
“12 Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.13 Wise words come from the lips of people with understanding, but those lacking sense will be beaten with a rod.” Prov 10:12-13 NLT
Hatred stirs up dissension—
Anger destroys the peace.
Lying lips can endeavor to conceal it;
By slander it finds release.
Hatred changes the atmosphere;
Releases fear wherever it does go;
Seeds of resentment and bitterness,
By anger are made to flow.
Hatred is a spirit
Of purely demonic origin.
It’s a mighty tool of the evil one,
For both the Christian and the pagan.
Hatred loves death and destruction—
Destroys many lives along the way.
If you possess the spirit of Hatred,
Plead for your Lord to take it away.
Hatred can be elusive;
Not necessarily bold and loud,
But submerged beneath the surface;
Resting with the arrogant and proud.
At times it reaches the surface;
Controls the tongue by its will;
Uses force that’s physical
To control or even kill.
Many who live within prisons—
Incarceration it’s called,
Are there because of Hatred,
That’s demonically installed.
Hatred knows no boundaries;
Has no desire for discipline;
Lashes out instinctively;
Is another name for sin.
Hatred is a mocker—
It comes quickly to destroy.
It has many tentacles—
Satan does employ.
It creates unhealthy soil
For the life of the one who hates;
Provides a harvest of sickness and solitude;
Opens up death’s flood gates.
There’s an answer to Hatred
Found in the God above.
For the base of Hatred
Is truly a lack of love.
If this spirit called Hatred
Has overtaken your soul,
Cry out to God to free you,
From its bondage and control.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Enjoy your techno-toys while you can;
As you frantically surf the internet
In a vain, pathetic attempt to "keep up"
With meaningless jumbles of jibber-jabber
Which you consider essential information.
All those gotta-have gadgets you crave
Like some new kind of 21st-Century addict
Are gouging a hole out of your soul
As they maintain a sensation of completeness
By filling you up with pastries for the mind.
Your tedious little pompous amusements,
(For that is all they are, in fact), could
Someday soon be wrenched from your so-called
Lives by the merest whim of our nearby star
When it casually spews raging plasma our way
In a blithely impersonal Coronal Mass Ejection.
Perhaps then you'll acquire some notion
Of how much of yourself you've invested in
Virtual Reality over actual reality, in Oxy-
Moronic "on-line relationships" with people you
Have never met, whose voices you'll never hear.
Your legions of electronic "friends" will
Evaporate in the space of a few short minutes
And you'll run screaming down the corridors of
Your mansions and tenement buildings in searing
Paroxysms of apoplexy before your brains finally
Implode and you all plunge into everlasting coma!
I'm the archetypal black on white
Metallic ring and the typewriter kicks,
Clicks and lashes out, strikes the page
As each key collapses then waits and replaces
Itself to be hit once again,
And it's done, mark made...
Mistake. Can't erase.
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Your crosses cover me like
Your kisses.
But each one misses, and the typewriter kicks
Til its black and blue is all over my black ink.
Institution Ain’t no Solution!
I’m a feeling sick,
I need to leave,
Rosy plays with feces,
As she clutches for my sleeve,
Where the hell’s the keys
Lock the door,
Blood trickles from Geoff’s ear
As he cracks his head against the floor
Archie’s breaking windows
Cutting up his wrist
Glen’s going stir-crazy
So he lashes out with his fist
Hold that bastard down,
Strap to the bench
My vision getting foggy,
I’m getting nauseous from the stench
Do we know what they want?
Can we give them what they need?
Shall we modify their behavior?
Or sit back and watch them bleed
Psychologist, Psychiatrist
Teachers and their aides
What function do they serve?
Besides that of janitors and maids
They wear Institution clothes
They follow Institution rules
Eat Institution food
And become institution fools!
So sleep my friend
No reason for to rise
The sun forsakes these wired windows
Bringing brightness to your eyes
Your body’s trapped within these walls
Yet, I know your soul soars free
So do your thing, you’ll be king
And I pray that you pardon me
Some things change and some things won’t.
Some people care and others just don’t.
The situation I’m in unmistakably changed,
for one I was close to has now been estranged.
I was told when younger to think on my own,
but now it's not something the teachers condone.
One thing that during my time I have found,
is that circular logic, it goes round and round.
So as long as my feet are firm on the ground,
I’m in need of nothing that is so unsound.
With all that I’ve learned, I head off all alone,
leaving all censorship behind me at home.
Started out slow, not a care in the world.
But as I move on and through time I am hurled,
tempo goes up, beats per minute increase.
Soon I can’t take it, I need it to cease.
Not able to stop, no not in the least,
I trudge on like a machine, well oiled and greased.
My actions like a snake, they slowly unwind,
and start on a hunt pursuing my mind.
The snake goes about deploying the bait,
then, patient the predator, lies in wait.
About temptation, one should not linger,
but I’ve taken the bait, hook line and sinker.
Wasting no time, the snake lashes out,
the forked tongue and fangs on a heart bound route.
I listen to the venom course through my veins,
as it makes it’s way on up to my brain.
Once it arrives and inherits its reign,
is when I’ll be left with nothing but pain.
I don't feel the way I’ve ever felt,
inside, my head stings just like a welt.
Abrasion against the strings of my heart,
strums out a tune that's miles from art.
I’ve gone and done something oh so wrong,
for I’m unable to sing, or hum along.
Now in the calm that’s the eye of the storm,
I must find out how to return to the norm.
Opening doors devoid of locks,
I stumble upon a strange looking box.
On top of this thing that I’ve found amongst rocks,
is a line that reads “Opportunity Knocks.”
Now standing before this jack-in-the-box
I turn the crank like a hand on our clocks,
The childhood jingle comes to stop,
as something symbolic shoots out with a pop.
Though am I clueless? No, not so much,
I’m not handicapped, I don't need a crutch.
Ill fated though, it’s a no-leaf clover.
I know what this means: I’ve got to start over.