"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet
Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving mother cannot care for her,
as a tiny baby makes a stir.
A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife,
making a decision effecting her and a new life.
This is all out of her control,
a mother with fear in her body and soul.
As her body now shakes,
she must sign the papers even if her heart breaks.
Her loving tiny girl lays in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped,
a mother can not abandon her or have her kidnapped.
Will the true story ever be known,
about a mother filled with love but on her own.
A baby that came from heaven above,
and about a price one put on selfless love.
you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land
your lips whisper within yourself your desires
when they should be screaming out loud for justice
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men
they might just mock you and subjugate you more
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden
your mother weeps inconsolably at home in her dark lonely room
your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light
I see you I am here to rescue your innocence
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety
to mother.
There's no error or mistake
You captured me for goodness sake
My heart kidnapped the first day
There was no time limit or delay
It was captivated by your smile
It could not resist your style
Or the charms your sending me
Stealing my love easily
You must have been a good magician
Leaving me in this condition
It was very gradual
Trapped by a great criminal
Swooping in before I knew
My heart busted out and flew
Straight into your sweet direction
It was the perfect connection
Do not ever unlock me
From your life, you are the key
That I searched so long to find
That will bring me to cloud nine
Christmas elves swooped down on me and whisked me away
Because they liked my hat! Claimed our crazy neighbor Fay
Why didn’t they just take the hat? I asked, toasting my bread.
I don’t know, she admitted. Maybe they liked the shape of my head.
Where did they take you? My husband asked, a big surprise.
He usually does not care about her story and it is barely sunrise.
To the North Pole, of course! Fay said, with a look at my toast.
This wild story is so like her, but at least it was a whine not a boast.
Have you ever felt torn or kidnapped by the heart…?
Nothing like family and friends who don’t do their part…
To make you feel whole and support you in every way..
Even if it’s nothing but a phone call or text by the day…
Saying”I love you” or “how are you doing”…?
Testing your mentality and interest in where you going..
What a shame it is that though we grew up together…
That the past has left a dark cloud for us to weather…
It’s up to us to unlock the secrets that keep us apart…
So we don’t have to stay kidnapped by the heart.
Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.
Poems about heartache,
Poems about knees.
Poems about lost love.
Poems about cheese.
Poems about lettuce,
Poems about tacos,
Poems about kidnapped cats,
Poems about nachos.
Poems are coming out of my fingers.
Poems are coming out of my nose.
Stand back, dear friend.
The poem on you has suspicious glows.
I remember that day
The day when my life turned upside down
The day I was kidnapped
Taken from my bed
Swayed from one side to another
Going down the steps
Out the door
When I see a car a few houses from my own
I struggled and fought against him
He held me tighter and pinched me harder
Pushed me in the car and we drove away
I was thinking “ Will I see my mom again”
Will the police find me?
We arrive at this house
He locked me in a room
And laughed his way out
I tried to undo my bonds
Grabbed a pen near me
But cut myself instead
Then he came in
“ The police will find me”
“ Will they? You will never be found”
“ F you!”
I got beat
I was tired
He left
But I had a fire
A desire and will to be free
He beat me till I was tired
But I would be free
He dragged me until I was bruised
But I would be free
He humiliated, tortured, and put me down
But I would be free!
Then a few days later, I was free
Kidnapped
I plan to kidnap you~though you
are a fully grown man.
I want to give you a bag of
My heart's sweetest confection
Get you in my car and into a dark
forest.
To please you beyond human pleasure,
Beyond any measure, my dearest
love treasure.
In the woods, near a sparkling stream,
We can settle and dream~
And at night' lie under sparking stars
Like Adam and beautifulEve, beneath
God's azure love blanket.
Panagiota Romios 1/20/2019
Kidnapped. - for Peeking Through The Keyhole Contest
The hole where the key’s meant to go
Was vacant so I had to know
What was outside to be seen
But my captors weren’t all that keen
It seems I succumbed to a cosh
Cos someone was after some dosh
Nobody heard when I cried
Nobody knew I was tied
But I had a knife in my shoe
So I knew what I had to do
I managed to sever my ropes
That were tied by some Bond villain blokes
So what lay beyond yonder door
I silently traversed the floor
I peeked where the key had gone clunk
But all I could see was... erm... ‘junk’
And then what passed by was some fellow
I swear that that geezer was yellow
What was it I’d seen through that peep hole
When I saw Peking through the keyhole
31 December 2018
For John Lawless’ Slap The Muse Contest
I kidnapped a faerie the other day,
she looked lively and happy, and I wanted to play.
We took the neighbor's mail out of the box,
We tore it up, and we ate some lox.
At first I had her on a tiny leash,
so she would be attached to me. Capeesh?
I was terrified I would be caught and jailed.
For capturing the faerie, and tearing up what was mailed.
My faerie got loose, and she told, and I lied.
The faerie detectives came straight in, eyes opened wide.
For I had captured six other faeries, who had not been released,
So they put me in handcuffs, sent up river. Capeesh?
I kidnapped the wrong faerie the other day.
I guess I will forever now have to pay.
Be sure you get the eggs she said.
Got it on the list twice I said, irritated.
We need them tonight she confided.
They’ll be the first thing I pick up, I assure her.
My granddaughter has been listening to the speaker.
She rolls her eyes. She’s intense, she tells me.
I know that. I raised her.
We get home after spending over a hundred bucks
And me checking off eggs twice.
Grandma, where are the eggs?
We re-check the bags, and the car, for the eggs.
“I know I bought them,” I assure my daughter.
I check the receipt. Eggs $1.14 cents.
I call the store, get put on hold,
Then transferred twice.
Remember that elderly couple
Whose groceries kept over the divider?
They have arrested them, and I’m going down to testify.
“They were egg-Nappers and my grandma caught them,”
I hear the 7 year old say with pride.
I’m not about to change my story now.
I am already designing my new egg cape and egg mask.
.
There's no error or mistake
You captured me for goodness sake
My heart kidnapped the first day
There was no time limit or delay
It was captivated by your smile
It could not resist your style
Or the charms your sending me
Stealing my love easily
You must have been a good magician
Leaving me in this condition
It was very gradual
Trapped by a great criminal
Swooping in before I knew
My heart busted out and flew
Straight into your sweet direction
It was the perfect connection
Do not ever unlock me
From your life, you are the key
That I searched so long to find
That will bring me to cloud nine
My aching eyes masked
by a single piece of prickly fabric
Encircled by a strange
yet familiar smell
My stiff arms were immovable,
as were my numb legs as I
sat upright in a supposed chair
wrapped up in more itchy material
Hearing faint footsteps of squeaky shoes echoing
A room I was entrapped in
Paper was been shuffled and crunched
Detecting urgency in this person’s hastened actions
as the footsteps approached
getting louder with each step
I felt my bare toes move on
the soft pavement below me,
where my feet were also bound
I felt my heart beat accelerate
There was no escape
SNAPSHOT OF A KIDNAPPED BRIDE
Stolen from her mother’s womb
~ The heart blessed by God ~
She succumbs to terror’s tears.
Demon holds his gun and her.
She’s a prize of war,
A babe – a nothing to him.
Blood-streaked face – a mother cures,
With cooling wash cloth - - -
She’s lost in child’s eyes – far away.
This bride, dressed in black and blue,
Delivered to dark - - -
Raping, beating, mocking, hate
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
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