Best Sacked Poems
In horned helmets and draped in fearsome skins,
the Viking warriors berserk in the village.
Our men with sickles fight to save their kin
as blood runs the path, men rape and pillage.
Our loved ones butchered and, oh the din,
as sisters shackled are thrust in iron cages
And so, the Saxon shore of England bore
the hordes of Odin and the might of Thor.
With the blood of children still on their hands
we women were carried to their foreign shore
to live as trells, slaves in that cold land
amongst cattle and sheep we'd sleep on the floor
our every breath at their Kings command
no more to see our homeland, our green shore
And so, by fjords we woman lived and bore
children for Odin and the might of Thor.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Moment in Another Time
Gave the girl power
She abused it like a cowered
Short fat thick and ugly
She felt like she towered
Handing staff her daily jobs
Show skills when skilled she’s not
slow learner practically stopped
but in her suit believes she’s god
Now she feels she’s unstoppable
though without her title she’s feeble
the suit gives rights to go at people
horrid manager as a person evil
All the power went to her head
but no men went to her bed
don’t believe a word she said
Sacked didn’t quit you were misled
I awoke, at the extreme heights of morning nausea.
Scared, upset at the realization of time lost, time wasted.
It was in this delirious dreamlike state of despair and trivial hostility, I realized, "Don't get complacent."
Explore, for thats all this time on earth is, an exploration into one's soul, a quest for my being.
"Don't get complacent." said my mind, repeating the statement as I wandered aimlessly, door to door, a
desperate and pathetic cry for confirmation of my position in this delirious dream of despair and trivial hostility.
"Don't get complacent."
"Don't get complacent."
Reassured by the gradual movement of time and the slow raging awakenings of my senses, I returned as a
being.
A being of promise.
A being of courage, ambition, an unstoppable force of positivity that would not rest, would not rest until it was
uncomfortable and aware of it's place in this delirious dream of despair and trivial hostility. To never be...
Complacent.
For time is measured not by the hands of man made devices or by the seasons, months, days, hours, minutes,
weeks or years.
It is measured by the essence and energy of this "Individual" being.
A being who will not stop...
A being who will forever dream.
Dream.
Dream.
it’s here in this sack
my heart is under attack….
she gave the ring back
First warning
haunting
you're getting sacked in the morning
as it is my right to ruin your life
was your right as boss to ruin mine
difference between us, understand her,
I tell the truth while she did slander
you're getting sacked in the morning
I'm going now you're boring