IN CRAMPING BOWELS OF SHAME
Defecated bigotry and political rhetoric,
Constipates justice and infects racism
With diarrhea—dehydrating vulnerable humanity:-
Meanwhile, halted here in the heated air of agony,
We sad souls sit here crying in cramping apathy:-
I hate that I let people waste my time.
They'll clutter my head with busy chatter
and I let them unload their garbage.
They walk away without a clue
that they have defecated on my peace.
I keep thinking they'll get wise to it
but they never do and still I say nothing
but maybe just maybe today's the day...
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
All the things I've done has gotten me to here
And were I say I'm from I shed so many tears
And you to say I done let go of all the fears
If therapy was one
an an outlet
a gear
come sit a while and lend me your ear
it maybe static it may not be clear
a while I went in sane
I didn't know my name
bull headed lady
arrogant tamed without a game
use to Huss and fuss
had not trust
folks use to tell mess
I had to bust
so what to do now changed my style
pen poetic justice
walked the green mile
put away now childish games
corrected my style
defecated my name
put you in your place
and took your game
what's my name
Candi G Cayne
All the things I've done has gotten me to here
And were I say I'm from I shed so many tears
And you to say I done let go of all the fears
If therapy was one
an an outlet
a gear
Sometimes we look at the spread of the open sky
in deep awe and wonder
At times even daring to claim the sky,
like caged birds, we weep and tweet.
We look at the ocean, the screaming of the sea
and the river between dark and bright.
Where the dire silence of the river sits yawning.
In our drizzling doubt we forget we too are rivers and,
oceans that scream, seas that see, streams that scream.
We murder our own dreams at the end of the twilight.
We have, ourselves, killed not only ourselves but other selves.
We weep, yet told, “weep not child.”
Like anteaters that fight using their callouses,
and not their claws and wits.
We shrink and quake fearing evil dreams and nightmares. We ask:
Who will plead with our ancestors to generously pour their wisdom?
So we can know that it is not necessary to sniff the buttocks of a man who has just defecated.
And so we can know that we are the seas,
the streams and rivers that scream,
elsewhere and everywhere.
Lack of Privacy
In Lisbon
Between parked cars
A man defecated
I wondered if he had
Loo paper
Probably not
I turned away
Drunk or sober
This was his private moment
Many things annoy me
fools are top of the list
you know when they make
same mistakes time and again
Or spout utter rubbish
just for something to say
no meaning or purpose
just verbal diarrhoea
Injustice of any form
really gets my goat
like a hapless victim
bullied for being different
Or a cat or dog being kicked
just because their owner
is taking out their frustration on
something that can not fight back
Theft is another one that annoys
people work hard for what they have
only to have their homes invaded
their treasures stolen or smashed
Belongings defecated on, why?
usually it is jealousy or plain spite
people who misuse positions of power
these and many more really get my goat.
written 02/20/2014
contest What Annoys You
sponsor Frank H
.. stairs
up of nothing
wefall....
a willingness bending
beliefanddeath
a lonely togetherness....of scented candles and defecated dreams.
(iyou) forsake
a solitary
oneness............................a tantalizing silence(encased)
.
....................................................................................in receptacles of broken glass,
the clenching fascist ......................................................alone.
spies of the heart
open locked doors
find unspoken dreams
unheard wishes
fantasies beyond ones wildest imagination
spies
spied upon my heart
displayed pictures of my soul
found hidden joy
and created new scars
spies
whispered sweet nothings in my ear
encouraged me to trust and to feel
to dream of a future
they promised me the world
spies
spit in my face
they defecated on my dreams
laughed at my loyalty
turned my world upside down
spies
they are unwanted
unwelcome
leave me be
you have no home here
spies
fade into the distance
i dont want your future
i dont need your dreams
i encourage no feeling
spies
erase your hold on my heart
my life
my soul
goodbye
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