Best Lifebetrayal Poems
Buried in the depth of mother earth
the labor working hard on the innards
the steel and iron cracking the intestines
suddenly is viewed a dull and recognisable shine,
they stop.
It's a Topaz!
Labor fructified and happy as lark
topaz is rushed to the dealer shark
fined and refined and polished and shined
it is ready for market.
It's a Topaz!
That enamoured and love lorn lover
over the yonder on the showroom foyer
is eyeing that beautiful piece on the deck
checking his bank balance for a good cheque,
It's all for that Topaz!
Warm hill side, cool wind blowing,flowers swinging
the lover is standing with that dainty lady
who had stolen his heart and in his mind written her art
holding that dainty hand and the ring finger,
It's the very same Topaz!
Embittered that he had strayed the lady was frayed
after a period of warm and cuddly love that flourished
in anger at betrayal she shook and shrugged her finger with strength
and the finger undressed vigorously throwing the content far and flung,
It was the very same Topaz!
the thrown stone went in stones and got buried deep
in a centuries long seep it had reached its family in a slow creep
covered yet again in grime and slime it heaved a sigh
it lay at depth waiting for the diggers call ,
It's a Topaz !
An Invitation of Thoughts
Angels, dare not enter;
for our city prides on greed and hate.
Fear takes betrayal without heed,
A means to an end.
Our Soul holds more importance,
rather than our indulgences "need".
In the heart of the beast,
reigns the seed of decency.
Bankrupted sorrow, and despair
becomes tomorrow's healing nature.
Heavens peace only comes from within,
not on a faithless belief.
A brief chance to believe that in time,
our spirit will strenghten,
rekindling humanity's faith in god;
and our love for him.
Jennifer Debra-Lynn Hedrick-Finch
Copyright ©2009 Jennifer Debra-Lynn Hedrick
I raise the curtain
And I know it beholds
Treachery,
Holds a key to the vault of hate
The spot light brightens
Those reflecting glass surfaces
Blurs the vision
I'm almost petrified
The voice from the back
Perplexed me
And those souls lingering css
Beneath my feet and in front of me
Try to manipulate me
I know I'm not their puppet
And I have a life of my own
A life I can judge on my own
And the path that I am in
But they don't even try "trying"
To understand me
I have a dream
And I move a step
But every time my feet moves
They intercept
Again and again
Revulsion conquers my heart
I know where I am walking to
But the road move me to different place
I was walking in the path of hope
But I'm strangled in the path of betrayal
Body, frail and weak
Ending functions necessary for everyday life
Time has betrayed this life
Running fast into eternity
Anger, depression
Yearning for more to give
Admiration for my elder's tenacity
Life not lived yet...
For Olusegun Adelana's contest, Betrayal of nature
~~~Recieved a honorable mention in the contest~~~