Severing of ties with our allies.
Court orders blatantly defied.
Plans to privatize, those federal
agencies now downsized..
Green card holders traumatized..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our wounded democracy falls
to it's knees,,
Lawyers and judges receive death threats.
Freedom of speech being suppressed.
Deportation with out due process.
Defunding colleges and PBS..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our democracy hemorrhages.
Our rights recede, as we
sleep walk into Autocracy...
Categories:
hemorrhages, america, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Patient, Welcome to the asylum of your mind.
Let’s get rid of the boundaries to which you’re confined.
Let’s sit down and discuss your medical record:
Schizophrenic disorders, Anxiety, hemorrhages,
all documented in one-hundred-and-forty-nine pages.
There are some treatments we haven’t explored.
Do you feel like you’re in constant company?
People told me about your constant soliloquy.
A feeling that someone’s around you, spectating?
The voices: are they advising or debating?
Is it more like a monologue or is it a dialogue?
To who is it that you constantly talk?
Son, Why won’t you leave the dead behind?
Within the asylum of your mind?
Categories:
hemorrhages, confusion, mental illness,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Midnight to dawn, our instruments work;
Exploratory surgery on heart and mind;
Sharpened words slicing skin and nerve;
Poking, prodding, invading, always bleeding.
Tissue splits, guts spill, the heart hemorrhages;
The most vulnerable specialists, we are terminal;
In dark corners, we write our eulogies in rhymes,
Red neon on silver canvas, ancient marquee signs.
We welcome strangers and friends into our dens,
An impetuous invitation to a desperate bloodletting,
Or for the most morose poet, a public disembowelment;
Our pretty pen dancing, piercing a hemorrhaging heart.
Categories:
hemorrhages, 12th grade, poems, poets,
Form: Free verse
We are ladies-in-waiting and martyrs,
as tears are hardened like trails
of muddy barracks…
yet in the aggressive power- courts;
each detonating bullet hemorrhages
all veins of war- torn flesh ,
our stained faces pretending to play
and underplay the hurt of wounds within.
How long are those late twilights
as we anticipate a riddled uncertainty
within our homes' rotten gates and dim lamps
for the screeching angst to halt. cease:
The radio blasts hideous self-pity
into the stings, the bladder of evenings
when a combat fires deathly pellets
through broken hearts of our sons, husbands :
Will daytime become Aurora’s reward?
Maidens of hope, we wail and quaver
for men in camouflage… dear life, speak!
Are they lost. dead. or agile?…
pained, we remain mute ladies-in-waiting.
~*~
Contest of Broken Wings: Broken-Hearted Poems
Written 10/14/2017
Categories:
hemorrhages, war, women,
Form: Free verse
I am a tin man;
corrosion ravaged, tin man.
Staring placidly o’er countless hills
marred by desolation rills;
unfeeling, here I fade.
Black oil hemorrhages
and I fade.
Tic-tock heart song
Tic…tic…tic...
tock.
Set aside the oil can,
oil cannot save a man
so consumed by jealousy.
What yet is there left of me?
On my lips a frozen grin
hides the rage I feel within.
As a comfort you caress
but I am strong, so I suppress
the feeling…no more feeling.
As I fade.
In this final dusk
under sunset skies of rust
through the smothering of depression
I can’t numb this last obsession:
How did you so long disguise
all the truth behind your eyes?
Why, for years on end
as we danced, did you pretend
that this perfect masquerade
would never fade?
Oily tears, on metal cheeks,
I can’t seal up all the leaks.
My blood drains out onto the ground,
I stare and grin at the haunting sound
of dripping oil as it fills
countless desolation rills;
and unfeeling,
here I fade.
Black oil hemorrhages,
and I fade.
Tic…please tock do not reply;
just let me die.
08/20/15
Categories:
hemorrhages, abuse, anger, betrayal, break
Form: Free verse
come protest us and flail your skinny arms
say how we do society so much harm
Hyperventilating while stomping your feet
screaming your slogans in tune to your beat
chorus
Bigot, Bigot- an inedible image
Bigot, bigot- while virtue hemorrhages
Bigot, bigot- at hells gate
Bigot, bigot- Antifa hate
Your childish logic is pure hyperbole
Aggressive acts by one who’s mind is dull
Pimple faced geek so insecure and sad
Typical portrait of following the next fad
Chorus
your On the net obsessing over my views
childish antics, that to me do amuse
if you were remotely smart I might be scared
but you're insignificant, even I if I cared
chorus(2)
I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa
Categories:
hemorrhages, baby,
Form: Lyric
Pen hemorrhages
Rorschach ink blots reach in need
Analyze anguish
Categories:
hemorrhages, emotions, pain, psychological, writing,
Form: Haiku