The jagged edges tear apart
The cornerstones of her heart
Each day, there's an emotional dart
Thrown by her counterpart
The husband's venom impart
And sadly, she's his push cart
Where seemingly, she's his spare part
That he abuses with his mouthpart
She's fallen to her knees and kick-start
Thus, a bullseye that cries for a depart
For the jagged edges will never depart
But wisely, she needs to be smart
And distance herself from his blackheart
She yearns for smooth edges and a new start
In the end, she clears off her sweetheart
connie pachecho
7/31/25
As your black heart
is without hate,
it can not hurt
by the swords of hate,
as the Holy Spirit
dwells in it.
He rode in on horse
It was pale of course
He was as mean as he was crazy
He'll rob, murder and steal, But he ain't lazy
The first man was shot in front of the saloon
It wasn't close to being high noon
Didn't tie up his horse, It wouldn't leave
For that kind of action, No reprieve
He kicked the doors wide
And fired inside
No place to run, No place to hide
Who lived and died, He would decide
He did his job from finish to start
This is why they call him BlackHeart
Once more we see the signs of the restart
as nature wakens plants with her magic art.
We laugh as at long last winter does depart
leaving us full of joy and light of heart.
Leafy branches conceal from sight the hart
by the still pond bees and dragonflies dart.
The lovers dreamily stare then drift apart
startled as one of the cows gives off a fart.
The posy opens slyly showing off its blackheart
only to be smothered by the nettle upstart.
The cook is busy making a large fruit tart
while in the parlour the cows gives us a quart.
Spring so full of promise show us your heart
as you bring vibrant life and a brand new start.
Bruised and broken time and again
Loved and tossed away lover and friend
Innocent and free and lovely you
Now battered and worn what can I do
I weep for your woes and wipe your tears
But love your Blackheart after all of these years
You've fancied the rum, the ale and the wine
Your bodies worn out abused over time
Narcotics for pain washed down with booze
Infections ignored that blatantly oozed
And the women who loved you in your youth
Run from you now because of the truth
Your smelly and dirty you never wash
Your teeth are all rotten you only eat squash
And what of the sperm that you let grow
They are adults now but alas you don't know
Blackheart the heathen, unkept selfish soul
Waste of life and of body a big manhole
So scatter and run and part a wide path
For Blackheart the stinky won't take a bath!
All day again
Down the road from Albion school
The child shivered in the sun in pain.
Somebody broke the rule
They said, the blackheart man
Drove a white van
As we suspected all along.
When I was a child we feared
A white man in a black car
On the beltway my pride despaired
A Black man driving white and marred
It did not matter still. The wrong
Of it made me want to scream.
A sniper in the beltway shooting
People, curdles on my dream.
And all this prognosis of it, this bleeding
Of the mind, the blackheart leaves behind
The blood of his killing still. No reason
Known, no candies, no coins, no line
Drawn. The world is in a silly season.
All day again
The school time lore and more sense
In it than this traffic of pain.
Too false the fence against these turbulence!
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