Thus left, whilst shrunk before it
World, as outsider
Knew it, through quivering dread
As a whole, crueler.
Then, once reached for, nor let drop
One hand of friendship
As soon felt, as gift therein
With the all, kinship.
Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
the little cloth scarecrow was bullied by some
you aren’t a real scarecrow, made him feel glum
He was not made of straw, so they truly made fun.
They were not very nice, these crows out in the sun
Stand your ground
And always fight
For your rights
No one has the right
To bully or intimidate you
Stand up for yourself and others
Everyone deserves to be treated
With respect and dignity.
The buzzards picked my bones apart,
the only thing left was my bleeding heart.
They buried me deep then dug me up ,
I guess I wasn't dead enough.
They buried me again and left me to be,
in pain I was left whilst my heart still bleeds.
I only wanted to be just me,
but the buzzards wouldn't let it be.
They gathered around to pick my bones,
I pleaded with God to take me home.
He scooped me up and made me whole,
and gave me wings as white as snow.
The bully teaches others how
The bully has you do his work
You say to others I am sick
and then go on to further duerrke
I tell you that it isn't true
defending all that you've gone through
by telling all your hurt for cause
And not admitting others flaws
So On I go to listen closely
and tell you all to wait
For what is love but lagging moments
a victim has to date
She’s shabby chic, a bedroom chair said at the recycled furniture fair.
They were speaking of Violet, and it hurt her feelings.
“You mean shabby all over!” a mirror said to a chandelier.
The tent shook with all of their laughter; Violet felt ashamed.
Someone purchased her and stripped her paints off.
She felt naked and vulnerable; even though she was alone.
Don’t worry, the designer told her. You are going to be beautiful.
She trusted Crystin, the designer; she was talkative and fun.
Crystin worked on Violet for over eight months.
At the end, she was incredibly beautiful; outstandingly gorgeous.
Violet could not look in the mirror; she felt it was too vain.
Because she kept saying “you’re gorgeous!” every time.
At the next fair, Violet was sold to another designer for two thousand.
The mirror and the chandelier were irritated; they had not been sold.
Violet decided to not make fun of them or hurt their feelings though.
Because she was too beautiful to be shabby in any way.
Tears trickled from Rudolph's eyes; his nose was crimson red
He'd been bullied by cruel reindeer, and to Santa Claus he said,
"The others laughed and called me names, so it came to blows."
Santa said, "It's ok, Rudy. I just fed the real bullies to the crows."
~ December 23, 2021 ~
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Scotland, Scotland, it's time to be proud
Ode to St. Andrews with bagpipes the sound
England the bully without care for your needs
leaders will lead you to the freedom you seek
You voted as a nation to stay in the union
but your leaders refuse this legal conclusion
Elected by the people who voiced their desire
the majority of Scot's ignored all the while
Your leader doesn't care what the vote said
independence the on going thought in her head
you had a referendum your leaders ignore
think England's uncaring but your leaders are more
she simply continues
to bully within you
you're so fierce and so proud, oh Scotland defender
your leader is a leader with only selfish agenda
I am stomping mad, tromping mad,
ready to slice and dice the cad,
Angry and a tiny little bit sad
because she was so amazingly bad.
Wait a second.
My sane self interjects.
Isn’t what you heard a little suspect?
What if the messenger is the one
who likes to stir me up because it is fun?
I get to the bottom sweet and quick.
Follow the lies through the thin and the thick.
I do not remember who told me, the fourth one says with grit.
I will wait, I respond. Now I know who, but will she admit?
confidence
self assured, poised
unassuming, leading, persuasive,
leader, parent, loner, bully
bragging, disparaging, lambasting
begrudging, angry
lack of
Bullied...
Why must you always pick on me,
Tell me what have I done,
You do it just to make yourself happy,
Like you're actually having fun,
Tell me why it brings you so much joy
But can't you see all the pain your doin,
Turning me from a normal kid to a scared little boy,
And all of the lives you've ruined,
I just wanted to be accepted,
I never wanted to fight,
Just seem to just get rejected,
So I lay in bed at night,
Asking myself so many questions,
Got so many things on my mind,
Wishing you could just learn your lesson,
And start to be kind...
The laughter long gone
Was happy and wild
Confidence undone
Now a sad little child
Bullies so evil and cruel
Poor kid too scared to go to school
That dreaded walk of the damned
Day begins with being poked and slammed
Then never ending abused and put downs
Kid’s mock and wicked laughter resounds
“Better not tell anyone, or worse will come”
“You’re a waste of a human being, total scum”
“Why not kill yourself, you don’t belong”
“You’re weird, no one likes you, now run along “
The smart joyful child now vanished
Rosy cheeks now so pale
A sad shell of his former self
The once energetic kid, now seems frail
Finally had enough, the parents are told
To school they go with anger barely controlled
The teachers they berate and scold
The bullies are warned and their parents informed
The days that follow, the bullies seem reformed,
Slowly but surely bad days are left behind
Now joyful playtime, and new friends are made
Cheerful child has returned, with a happy mind
Glad to go to school, no longer afraid
(A quick poem I penned today, let me know if its any good or not)
People say bite your tongue, I say kiss my ____!
I will not force my anger deep inside
Shouldn't have started ____ if you didn't want ____!
But if, your feeling froggy, please just jump.
You will see, that I will never back down.
Maybe, it will be best, if you backed up.
Or, I can just lay you out, whichever.
It's your fault, if you just kept your mouth shut
Then, you wouldn't be laying there crying.
Wishing, you had just listened from the start.
I truly hope, your lesson was learned.
And, if not you better count your blessings
You will, think twice before _______ with me again!
Its to bad, how you thought your ____ didn't stink.
Now we all know your nothing but a clown.
But I hope, God has mercy on your soul.
5/22/2017
Taken
My own life
Buried 6 feet under
Under the humiliation
Under the laughter
Under the teasing
Under the thought that I am less of a person
That I am less of person
That I should be less of me
My casket is a broken cocoon
My mind finally at peace
My parents siblings and family all stand to there feet
The gospel is spoken
I'm lifted up to heaven
When I've awoken
I'm just back in hell again
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