The year is ending
Let it gently close
The feeling of defeat and loss
Violently expand and implode
The true nature of people
Finally exposed
The power of deception
That with damage explode
The fears of what’s coming
By day they grow
The disbelief in reality
And what we really know
The judgement of God
Does this event show
Where will this leave us
Where violent winds blow
Is it too late to repent
Their wicked deeds
It’s time for mending
While souls to God plead
The year is ending
Please, please dear God
give us what we need
We are struggling to just
Stay above the water.
It feels like we are
Being led to the slaughter.
Every day we fight our
Inner demons.
Going with the flow and
Changing with the seasons.
From the beginning,
Women have been abused.
Beat-up, broken bones,
Battered, and bruised.
A fundamental right has been
Stripped away.
The republicans, a sleight
Hand of foul play.
There is no room
For religious fanatics.
It does not matter if you are,
White, black, Asian, or, Hispanic.
120 years ago, women
Had no right to vote.
You dictate our bodies,
The same as cutting our throat.
Maybe you should walk away,
Leave this alone.
Caution, pretty women can
Become the old crone.
Brings to mind;
Be careful what you ask for.
We are more than
Prepared for the war.
Maybe it's more like,
Pandora's box.
Remember, we're from the
School of hard knocks.
Turbo1904 ?
Dear Rapist why? Preying on another’s
person’s trust. Rape of one’s self-esteem
Rape of one’s mind, and one’s physical body
and soul. Carnal abuse to conquer, to defeat
to tame?
These ptsd’s often lingers in one’s psyche.
Dear Rapist tell me why? Were you once the
victim of forcible violation.
On a football pitch a frosty foul,
Spared by The Referee his booking howl
But not The Goalie’s condemning growl …
Just badly kicked was his jowl
By the scorer now wearing a scowl!
“The Luckiest-Red-Card-Excused Owl!”
Irrepressibly rise would one’s hackles,
After The Roughest of play tackles.
Whoever does not spleen vent in shackles,
As even a hen wronged by half cackles …
Now, what is clearly at stake
Is something of his he must take:
“The ball leaving to dive at legs
And keep hitting them as owner begs!”
They all happened just in a day,
All: birth, going forth, heyday,
Wedding day, D-day, all in a day.
They all happened just – in a day,
For he wanted truth with no delay,
Either it’d bring heyday or D-day —
Sniffing at a one he started his day,
The one that his daddy did slay,
In a duel that happened on highway.
All warned him not to go astray;
He told not to let go this foul-play,
Yet to help him to go headway.
He went headway, straightaway —
While sticking to his quest all day,
And he found the one that did slay
His dad, but it dawned his D-day,
For in him he found that prey —
Who all family bonds did betray.
All these happened, just in a day,
In Sophocles’ well-known – play.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 16, 2020)
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
One day when a brave dashing young drake,
Landed upon a coastal salt lake.
He saw a pretty young duck,
But, he was way out of luck.
For the gorgeous young duck was a fake.
Far too late, he found out his mistake,
As he started to shiver and shake.
When the wildfowler's gun stuck,
That left the drake quite dumbstruck.
He fell prey to a giant sea snake.
8 / 3 / 2019.
There once was a star quarterback
at the bottom of a stack on his back
He thought real fast
and let out a blast
Then the defense cut him some slack
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