A Tribe of Trolls
A tribe of trolls escaped their cage!
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …
Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …
Let’s hail the stone-age cyber sage,
“bravely” mounting his mouse to wage
invectives with the screens he scrolls.
Unmask their names! Expose the trolls!
Let public shaming disengage
a tribe of trolls.
E. V. Wyler
Categories:
hellholes, anti bullying, bullying, computer,
Form: Rondeau
I've been in the worst hellholes on earth in my youth, full of arrogance and hate due to the perceived injustices all around me. Attacking alone without backup, sure to fail. No secrets of God available to guide me there. Promises made to the Son, just to cover my ass and escape the danger soon forgotten when safe again. What has changed since then? Only the person I love the most was saved. So I learned to love again, setting my unfeeling heart free to do it's thing, trust His voice thru the Spirit whispering gently through my intuition.Just suggestions,never orders,my choice to heed the secrets or act alone again.When you hear the father and you listen to the son's secret's thru the children's voices,you will feel that your little ones are one with you, that they are the very essence of your life, and you will bond so close to them that you seem to feel every movement that they make, reason to be alive?
Categories:
hellholes, for her,
Form: Free verse
Frightful faces,scary places
Never keeping track of paces
Longing for a place called home
From all the hellholes that I roam
To see a friendly face is rare
Besides a mask that strangers wear
Careless trust may lead to fate or
turn my hopes into my hate
Not knowing where destiny lies
is always more than one surprise
To keep an edge I must keep wise
Who knows what face that doom disguise
I've seen evil cross my track
I left alive and won't look back
For happiness I must search for
A key to love and lifes front door
I'll find a way,care not the cost
But until then I remain lost
Categories:
hellholes, hope,
Form: Lyric
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
Categories:
hellholes, visionary
Form: ABC
Firemen
Serve
Bravely
Fighting flames
Risking their lives
Facing dangerous infernos of death.
Families fear as firemen save lives
hellholes raging
destroying
blazing
death.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: Tetractys
Dedicated to firemen around the world. But particularly to my son-in-law, Steven Collins,
who has risked himself and saved others. I love you for your valor and because of who you
are. Love, Mom2.
Categories:
hellholes, angst, dedication, life, on
Form: Tetractys
America, the beautiful...
aimlessly just like a cloud
drifting free above the crowd
of cluttered chaos and bleak souls
of jungles thriving in hellholes.
America, whose freedom's praised...
floating over stained landmarks
(those abandoned, spotty marks),
where still we fight for equal rights
and others live barb wired lives
and yet most struggle to survive.
America, the patriot...
what constitutes right or wrong?
The status quo? Thick and strong,
that hides behind the weak and blind
and what I'll call BULLreaucracy
and manicured hypocrisy.
America, how's glory sung
when silenced by human tears,
their sufferance braved through years?
It's not starred banners waved in air,
but nooses hung with ropes threadbare!
America, you noble one...
to the world, your throne is might
proudly hailing in every light.
BUT crown your good? With brotherhood?
where discordance and hatred fall
with little mercy on us all?
America, triumphant one,
lead us to untrampled ground,
out of the past, homeward bound,
over ramparts and black hearts
beneath the shadow of His hand
and once again to your great land.
Categories:
hellholes, introspection, life, social
Form: Rhyme