My trembling Soul; gripped by fear,
As I walk alone but far from near.
My heart races as I lose control,
When I remember the Hands that drew near.
Who’ll speak for me, when I’m silenced by fear?
When my body’s used, like a thing insincere,
Subdued by his power, as of a Pistol;
The threat of violence, a constant fear.
Who’ll stand for me, when the pain is severe?
When my eyes are shut, in a nightmare of fear,
When I’m a statistic, just a number of patrol,
And society’s apathy brings the shame from far to near.
Rape is a sin that scares us for life,
A cruel, heartless act of endless strife.
At some point our paths crossed,
Valentine’s Day 2020 at a stupid party
all sanity was tossed.
At one point you charmed me,
Your boyish humour and warm eyes,
Made me dive into insecurity and naivety.
At some point I thought you were nice,
But good boys don’t meet you after 10
And neither are they colder than ice.
At one point you said I was too haunted,
That someone trying too hard
Was the last thing you wanted.
At some point I found a different guy,
And that’s when you realised
You were too rash to say goodbye.
At one point you crept in like a snake,
Said that I was way too memorable
And moved me like an earthquake
At some point you ignored my NO
Forced yourself and laughed,
Like adults in a freak show.
At one point I hated you,
Hated your ignorance and denial,
About what you put me through.
At some point I forgot you existed,
It took months of therapy,
But I finally felt free and lifted.
DO NOT PROD THE SLEEPING BEHEMOTH
For in his wake, all donned in hope
Torn enraged to tattered shreds of cloth
Matters not to the blood lusting oaf
Crimson tinted visions
Through obstreperous milky orbs
View a costly vital decision
One any could ill afford
Be urged to tiptoe in silence
Round the pent up snoring goon
For he's dreamt for moons of wreaking violence
Drooling over your doom
I beg you leave slumbering demons in peace
If he could he would beg you the same
For all who've succumbed to his clenching of teeth
Have lived not to surmount the shame
Close to a scandalous ten thousand,
A reproach to the late Reverend Townsend;
All with their advertising megaphones,
And big dreams-nursing microphones …
In my town of domicile
With odds one can’t reconcile
Which I had some time walked miles
With my job-hunting files
That rather handed me victorious counts
Of how their number mounts:
I tell you: A Religious Harassment,
An unendurable embarrassment;
Ten thousand, really a killing figure
For a town wielding not the circumference of Cairo
And herself not lending to vigour
Definable with honest biro …
I still maintain: gong hollowed-out halls,
No Rock Musician would try for his frenzied falls;
A good many of them: a late traveler’s tent,
Whose thanksgivings broadcast Satan’s intent …
Never could be God’s umbrella,
For the catholic Emmanuel and Emmanuella;
Nor altars for demonic exits
From Christ’s patronizing visits …
Christ’s salvation current;
Is unthinkable in rooms of high rent!
Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…
Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity,
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.
All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even kangaroo courts, a harassment;
A boulder-large embarrassment, an embrace by the insane
Sincerely acting one’s old acquaintance,
To surely leave one in palpable pain
A creditor for his money breathing open threats of disturbance.
Embarrassment is that a woman could kill for,
Of her gross belittling, exceedingly sure ;
Some wives proceeding on hunger strike
Until the sadists their husbands join them to dislike.
Squarely, a pitying of self while wallowing in shame,
A never ever feeling the same
With a shovelful of agitation
For the deliberate intimidation,
Sufferers carelessly freeing the lock to Violent Reaction
On the spot, denied the Shock Absorber for humorless action.
Another blazing steel
That carve wounds which don’t fully heal
Besides those of Big Brother Rape
Whose injurious clutch very few escape.
A pointing finger by forensic evidence maintained
About your grips of her blouse stained
And infuriating caresses of a waist
You were scheming to morally waste;
Playable, her taped shut-doors against your visits
And “Buzz offs” to your offered Hellos and biscuits…
Indeed, your tactless remarks of obscenity
Verging on intrigues against her chastity
In court, to you read out by a voice of steel
To your disbelieving ears all but real;
All the brooding minds around you also wrestling with the matter
While you hope or wish their suspicion won’t get fatter!
It’s a new impulse to often adjust one’s lens
And with expectoration break a silence,
Not skipped, prompt remembrances of your itching jaw
To scratch it in a manner you could never the Law.
There's this nasty lady living right
by ours
A cranky old mare holed up next to our house
Her garden is minging and her blinds
are a lot worse
She acts dead weird, I reckon she's proper mental
Her knees are knobby and her walk is
a bit wonky
The foreign woman next door has no right to be here
She doesn't fit in so she stays out of sight
She has no mates, always mutters to herself
We want her out, she's not one of us
Let's egg her house for a laugh and scare the pants off her
So they pelted my door with rotten eggs then posted dog poo through the mail slot
While I remained quiet as a dormouse
and prayed they would just let me be
The natives glozed over their mean deeds
And claimed they meant no offense
My hands were tied, what with being odd man out
So I chose to feign indifference, and passed the baton to the Gods of karma
While I laid back to feast on a larger slice
Of this local brand of hospitality
You have spent so much energy and time
Trying to see, follow, harass and be me
You have forgotten to be you
We run from you
Because there is something so powerfully off
We are fearful
You might have an assault rifle
We would not be surprised
Your behavior has alarmed many
Please know that we are all aware
Which does not make you
Any less scary
This obsession you have to
Follow me, harass me, badger me, bully me
Is truly frightening
Assuring me that you are capable of much more
I have given you social cues, but you are not getting them
Your obsession with me overriding any socialization skills you might have once had
Please remember to be you
And leave me alone
For once.
loathsome creatures
their evolution stunted
the Harvey species
T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside
E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide
L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought
E very single thing is now whatever that it's not
P rogrammed message beamed into the victims head
A nswers no longer seeking, still alive but sort of dead
T orture is the theme, Schizophrenia made by design
H earing so silently, sounds of something that arn't mine
E motions disappear as my feelings have passed away
T urning into the nothing which you see in me today
I ntels frequency wave disease, creating vegetables to remain
C oincidence born in consequence of the ouside in all my pain
bmdavey@10/27/19
Invasive...a technological storm that reigns
Voices of the rapist silent sound is its name
Unwillingly...there is nothing here left to explain
Monitored remotely by those who laugh at the shame
Individuality...split into so many different things
Riding the waves of torture upon electronic wings
Remembering...all that is lost this song I sing
Taken from you today what tomorrow never brings
Insistent…all the demands that fill your mind
Remembering to remember only if let to remind
Harassing…this electronic torture is so blind
Life looking for a tormentor that you'll never...
ever...
find...
bmdavey@10/7/19
It's Harassment, Baby oops
By: Tom Wright
8/19/00
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
in these, I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed another's way.
Is today, considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do, don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride, intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering, too, is not allowed,
so put those thought's to rest.
Another's traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
nor take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat other's as you please.
In meeting, should I, not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say.
It won't be because I am snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.
Harassment Do it the million but
we will not do anything.
When you have loved you,
then how will the pain not endured.
Whenever the intoxication climbs your.
It calls your distance close.
Otherwise no heart is mine,
Laughs about something.
Separate whether you live from us now.
But we will be your own.
Harassment do it the million but
we will not do anything.
When you have loved you,
then how will the pain not endured.
Harassment Prayer
Written: by Tom Wright
2/20/2018
Lord,
Help each to not question a friends past history,
Forgiveness is the key to this untimely affray.
Let these previous life chapters remain a mystery,
And secret things confided let us not betray.
For we weren’t appointed to be another’s judge,
And each closet is haunted by a skeleton or two.
We have all been tarnished by an early life smudge,
No persons past requires our approval or review.
Lord, give those who feel they’ve been wronged a peace,
And cause those who have done wrong to seek forgiveness.
Tom
Harassment sexual! What for this noise at all.
I have the right conclusion. Trust me!
That we all came into this stupid world,
As a result of sexual harassment.
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