{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley
Date submitted: 20/4/25}
ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
knowing Artist was not insane
two green irises unusually plain
pierced her luminous spine divine
naked Eve eyed painting quiet
easels of unfinished tired purple
massaged her throat coloured gurgle
rooms without curtains collapsing sad
Artist pierced Love bubble mad
Over the mantle,
a hand, a candle,
breaking bread—ample.
A white head bowed down,
old and worn with frown,
pensive and in prayers.
A bowl sits with pears,
two other side-chairs.
Partially hidden
by Lady Midden—
Bible, guilt-ridden.
Centre and forefront,
black cover and blunt,
is a treasure hunt.
She slips off the band,
Reads and understands.
Brutal trench battle
I am only 18, a young yearning lad
In battle I killed a man today, bashful does that make me lawfully bad
Now living day to day, guilt-ridden and far from being gay
Over the trench, not one hurried soul will less haphazardly reach a finish line
I wish it were me to just jadedly enjoy my time
You’ll forget me if I go, so for remembrance you’ll put on a show
We lived in fear and pitiful pain, where for a general it is all to gain
The fields did turn blood-red, but a new chapter so enough sorely said
~On the boarder of mine mistakes
I shutter I've fallen to the sounds,
grounds of mine beliefs I adhort to
say to the calling screams nevermore
to dream of those the tangled things
tangible things. Sweating bead...of
Perceptional drops of tears sore I am
the emotions of a guilt ridden-humanatee??
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Dimmissed, defective, unimportant,
Discounted, unworthy,
Unnoticed, undervalued,
Guilt-ridden, under-employed,
Underpaid, misunderstanding,
Unempathetic, overwhelmed,
Under duress, under siege,
Over-whelmed,
Over-dose, undertaker, underground
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Forced diversity has led to a compacted social sedimentation.
Another flavor of oppression...for everybody.... this time around.
There's a heavy undercurrent of resentment and hatefulness.
Tugging souls down to where there's no air-no light -no honor.
A few well intended veins are attempting to traverse the compaction.
but they're thin- fragile-guilt ridden-unsustainable.
Destined to slowly wither or quickly bleed out.
If compacted for a prolonged period
there'll be a blending but only via violent explosion.
Make no mistake:
This movement isn't about unity, equality or putting balm to wound.
It's about resentment, entitlement and payback.
Choking people out with their mental scar tissue.
Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The lady doesn't dance anymore
I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper scale of our society they were not common laborers.
By chance (or not) she met a man who loved her despite her past and they had two lovely children
Lately, she felt she had to tell her husband of her sorry past, to free her soul of the guilty secrets.
I suspected her needs were, but a dream of the old days, Monte Carlo and fancy cigarettes
I told her, since she asked me, that she was chasing
a fantasy that was not real even when she lived it.
I'm no longer a member of AA, not since the guilt-ridden middle class took over, and it was a status point to admit a booze problem.
I met the lady again 15 years later, she is a respected lady who works for the betterment of trees on the avenue
She was glad to see me, but I could read in her sad eyes
what she she wanted to be, was a rip-roaring tart living it up in a nightclub
You stayed in your home
yet not alone, but with others,
and fate did mock at you
and you borrowed a different form.
They locked you in
and often hurt you,
and you fled from hurt
and came here.
First, we concerned;
second, we rebuked you;
and then we, too, hurt you
letting you live as a ghost
in a dark room.
We hated your presence,
and we banished you
to a different place,
seeking sheer relaxation.
One day, we heard of your
tragic death.
We built a gigantic sepulcher for you,
in our guilt-ridden memories.
But, now I remember you………………
Cockroach, Gregary Samsa,
If you lived “normal” in our fairy palace,
I know you would still live with us.
A 3rd Place in Catharsis Poetry Contest judged on Dec. 10, 2020.
Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest
Silent One
Dec. 6, 2020
Inspiration form a Franz Kafka’s novella, The Metamorphosis
Touch me but I feel used.
Abused.
I’m often confused.
I act amused, but it’s a ruse.
If the past stays in the past.
Why am I still running so fast.
And why do I always finish last.
Suffering the aftermath.
No matter who received who’s wrath.
I'm guilt ridden.
No matter who was the victim.
It’s a sin.
All that shouldn’t have been.
I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
And for what I haven’t too.
For what I allowed.
And for who hurt who.
Innocence was stripped from me.
I forgot who to be.
I let what happen happen to me.
Is friendship ever really free?
I thought one time.
It’d be genuine.
Should’ve recognized the signs.
But it’s fine.
It was my fault.
One more time, I should have said stop.
I should have stood up.
Instead I gave up.
In the end, it had just begun.
Cause now I trust no-one.
Even if you are the one.
I’m done.
And I won’t cry.
My emotions were buried along with my pride.
Tears dried.
I’m dead inside.
In silence there is no peace.
My mind speaks.
And then it screams.
Don’t touch me.
I tried to be subtle.
Lovable.
It got me in trouble.
So now I’m untouchable.
Sadness over taking me
Bubbling pit of overwhelming grief
I am tired of living in these yesterday’s
Drowning in all this pain
The “Why am I here and they are gone?”When I was the one told “you won’t be here for long.”
The disaster of it plays over in my head.
Guilt ridden soul that’s will never be fed
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
I have fallen out of gods good grace
These days kinda disappear into the next
Numbing the pain is what I do best
Because I can’t lift this burden off my chest
I am exhaustion and broken
Barely a soul
definition of a zombie
Who lacks self-control
A Silent suicide
That nobody sees
Because all they are seeing
Is the junkie I came to be
~Written 8/07/07 JAZ~
I'm sorry did I wake you?
I tried to tip toe past your door.
Was it your conscience that woke you?
Or my tears dripping on the floor?
I know I muffled my sobbing..
My internal pain you can not hear.
So it must be that your guilt ridden..
From how you threatened me with fear.
Please stop, do not get up!
I just want to get some sleep!
Please just leave me alone..
I promise you won't hear a peep.
I promise tomorrow I'll leave..
You won't have to see me again.
I've no where else to go tonight..
But tomorrow I'm on the first train.
I leave you as a bad memory..
But the pain suffered has all been mine.
Stupid me keeping my mouth shut..
Just so you could gloat and Shine.
One day people will learn the truth..
Because leopards dont change their spots.
Sooner or later a victim will speak out..
And you will go down at all costs.
I just want to escape you..
I may be weak, I may be frail.
But I'll be there on the sidelines..
When your handcuffed and sent to jail.
Hatred
Written: by Miracle Man
8/6/2019
What lies in man’s heart cannot be dark,
Or in his head, exist thoughts impure.
His hatred for others render his life stark,
And will always overshadow life’s allure.
Dormant things from others hidden,
In dusty corners of his evil mind.
“Dust Bunnies” oft render him guilt ridden,
But as he metes he gets in kind.*
*Matthew 7:2
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
guilt ridden
waiting for
the shoe to drop
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on August 13, 2018
Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime
Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved
The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 1ST
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