Long Abuser Poems
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i'd allowed you in again even thou my soul
was shattered god was quite displeased as you
hammered your dark fist against my rib cage
senseless i thought an yet you were forgiven again
even more than the last time i'd carefully packed
garments birth certificates and social security cards
while dripping tears and blood onto the blank pages
of my new residence a safe place chanted across
the empty lines then availibility how many beds
as we poured into the entrance the sign read safe
you are not alone an yet i'd left everything i was
centered in a room of over fourteen other women
quiet timid angry how we failed at making a male
happy within his own skin how he'd torn into us all
it was like the same man had beaten us all an yet
i knew only you calm cool collective when the cops
came taking you around the corner to cool off
where was i here in america why i was all races
all religions an yet i was harmed while the worse
part of my abuse was returning to my abuser
how you emptied me into silence covered in tears
black and blue an yet i missed you washing the bruises
with soft soap our children were shattered as i explained
daddy was ill he was sick he worked very hard to care
for us if we were more quiet well behaved he would
respond to our energy and love us deeply as deep
as i allowed myself to be abused this was america
oppression depression family ties became wrath
as i whispered he know's not what he does
we are loved as i planned a new home among strangers
an yet they were me i was all of these women a safe place
sorjournal truth home the harbor light inn the st angeline
christian center chaplins office the salvation army
cornerstone community outreach shelter the springs
outreach where was home in america as i embraced
you served you were ill you would someday change
abuse would become softer cycles will be broken
but here in the in this space in this place
and in this time you became plural that's all
as i soon became very small why i soon became
safe
Written by Mrs Yolanda Nicholsen
A resilient addict with corona
Believes he is immune as a stoner
Puts Mary Jane on the mask
And Jimmy Beam in his flask
Fortifies his deluded persona
Quite soon though his supply is depleted
In withdrawal he feels so mistreated
Smokes sanitizer
And fertilizer
Wrapped in loo roll not to be defeated
Neurotransmitters cause havoc and pain
When the lockdown forces him to refrain
He chokes on puke bile
Transforms for a while
Self-harms until his bloody wrists are slain
Meanwhile a former spirits abuser
Thinks back to awful years as a boozer
No more hangover
Craving is over
She's past being a paranoid looser
Seclusion focusses on true virtues
In quarantined times of imposed curfews
She draws a frontier
Clean sober and clear
Freedom of sound mind with nothing to loose
She combines pure logic and emotions
Does no longer rely on fake potions
She does not request
Others to detest
But found her soul and abstinent notion
09th April 2020
"My Kingdom will rise above all others. I'll always put it first."
He spoke with the devil perched upon his left shoulder,
but no angel sat on the right of this diabolical sinner.
The king pointed his scepter; his lemmings did his bidding.
Dethroned, he claimed foul to the point of 'ad nauseum.'
A whining child, toy taken away; unworthy of the crown.
Like Humpty Dumpty, he fell from his wall, his ego shattered.
Making up alibis while his lemmings battered and defiled.
"I'm innocent," he scowled, to his fealty of blind worshippers.
Promising, he'd be a phoenix, returning to reclaim the throne.
"Nay," vowed the judicial Knights of the District's Realm.
Unfit, the usurper who tried to topple their country's domain.
The Verbal War was fought. For months on end, battles raged.
It was the age of absurdity, neither faction would retreat,
and in the end, no one won, but the homeland was the loser.
The abuser, bent on vengeance, stalks those he condemns.
Millions cried, "Clip the wings of the phoenix! He's no leader.
His lies have breached beyond belief, and caused much grief!"
In southern lands he now resides, licking his festering wounds
while declaring, "It's just the beginning." and so the villain looms.
February 14, 2021
Biting Satire Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I can lie like you wouldn’t believe,
Convince you beyond doubt,
I’ll back it up with reasons that make sense,
I’ll say it with sincerity,
Staunch and resolute,
Done so well I won’t need a defence,
I’ll play the victim,
Play the crowd,
I’ll play my part so well,
You can’t compete with me this is my show,
Your just a part I let you play,
And now that play is done,
You know this isn’t my first rodeo.
I'll play your parents play your friends,
I’ll play the public eye,
I’ll play them for their love and sentiment,
I can get away with anything because of who I am,
Because they’ll always pimp you for a settlement.
wM
He said "Look what you made me do!"
his words that had turned her black and blue.
Her children's eyes are scarred for life,
they saw their father beating his wife.
They don't
remember what their daddy did,
a child's memories can be sadly dismissed..
They grow up claiming their father's stories,
it's the abuser who claims the glory.
A wife who suffered from his blows,
his actions that cut her very soul.
His tongue spit words of violence and hate,
hiding, she wouldn't allow her pain to escape.
She held them close, with every single word,
then took them with her out the door.
She said "Look what you made me do!"
her words, like his, rings true.
She left him sulking in all his pity,
his begging bringing about a religious committee.
The elders wouldn't let them divorce,
unless adultery was the main course.
But she was determined to leave her abuser,
she knew he'd always be an abusive loser.
All these things were over looked,
by the committee, the elders and the sacred book.
No one helped her in the end,
they all turned against her, family and friends.
She battled against all of them,
her strength and will by them condemned.
She left them all, and never excused,
her favorite quote, "Look what you made me do."
This poem is sad and accurately true,
behind closed doors,
her bruises faded from black to blue.
She recovers in due time,
And celebrates a wonderful life.
In shadowed halls where once the light burned free,
Truth stands accused, her mouth sewn shut with thread
Of fragile labels, spun from fear and dread
A single word can fell the ancient tree.
Speak of immortality’s slow decay,
Of virtues lost to fleeting, twisted fires,
Of hands that reach where sacred lines expire
And “homophobic” brands the truth a crime.
Gay banners wave, feminism’s blade gleams bright,
Abnormal vices dressed in rainbow light;
To question is to hate, to doubt is sin,
And silence falls where honest words begin.
Turn now to crescent moons and minarets tall,
Where veiled commands demand the faithful crawl
Speak of the chains, the blood, the silenced call,
And “intolerant” becomes the final wall.
No room to mourn the daughters lost in sand,
No space to name the sword that rules the land;
One whisper of dissent, one plea for light,
And tolerance itself demands your night.
Correct a woman gentle word, firm hand
And “narcissist” or “abuser” scars the man.
Her tears become the verdict, swift and grand;
His care is cast as cruelty in the sand.
No father’s voice may guide, no brother’s shield,
No husband’s truth allowed to be revealed
For in this age the scales are bent and blind,
And every gentle word is redefined.
The cherished pillars crack, the altars fall:
Faith, family, honour, duty once the all
Now mocked as relics, dusty, quaint, and small,
While chaos wears the crown within the hall.
Society’s soul erodes like cliffs by sea,
Each wave a label, each tide a decree;
What fathers taught, what mothers held in prayer,
Is swept away on currents of despair.
O Truth, once queen upon the marble throne,
Now beggar at the gate, your voice a moan.
The gag grows tighter, woven thread by thread,
Until the final word is left unsaid.
Yet in the quiet heart where courage hides,
A spark still burns unlabelled, undefiled.
One day the gag will tear, the tongue will rise,
And silenced truth reclaims her ancient skies.
be careful what you wish for on this journey called life
and that what you wish for lines up with the spirit of Christ
be careful what you wish for just make sure it's Godly inspired
don't be a fool nor the devil's tool by what in life you desire
you thought you had found Mr. Right to you he was the perfect man
he turned out to be a loser and abuser who only showed you the back of his hand
you thought you had the perfect woman she was smart, pretty and sweet as honey
but when you feel in love she broke your heart as she was only with you for the money
you thought you had that dream job which gave you power, prestige and control
instead it was an all consuming stint sucking away at your soul
you desired a certain type of car the most fabulous vehicle you could get
but instead you got a big fat lemon that wasn't worth the polish nor the spit
they say that the grass always looks greener from the other side
just don't hate, appreciate, seek God's guidance and with Him take the ride
If you allow God to navigate you on this journey that is life
I guarantee you will experience less trouble, struggle and strife
God wants you to be happy, God desires that you have the very best
so for everything pray to Him and let the Holy Spirit put it to the test
God can send you the right mate someone who will love and cherish you
God can hook you up with the perfect car and so what if it isn't brand new
God can give you a career that will fulfill you and make you feel whole
allow the presence of God in your life and it will nourish your soul
so be careful what you wish for as you just might get it
all I can say is that on it pray that it's sanctioned by the Holy Spirit
Don is the ultimate user
His deals seal you as a loser
When Trump holds the cards
The lives now in shards
Bear witness he’s an abuser
The Don has a trick to reveal
He’ll dick you and cancel your deal
Like hands on your neck
Trump voids your paycheck
And feels ecstasy when you squeal
If acts are life’s indicator
Don’s a classic woman hater
Though cratered with flab
Trump will pussies grab
As rapist and a dictator
What will show how Don’s dick-brain thinks?
Trump’s thrusts come with lies and high jinks!
Amid this disgust
Some high and non-plussed
Have heads up his rump with what stinks!
Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of
ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
spot for read ding
partially secluded from
gossip mongers addicting
fellow nosy residents,
who rarely brave elements
of style lush nature addressing
natural environment, sans leaving
comfort of their hermetically
sealed apartment adhering
to zero risk exposure
even during pitch
perfect weather adjusting
cessation to renouncing
"cabin fever" administering
most potent panacea
for heavenly solar fling
nay, most every tenant
here at Highland Manor
prefers vicariously admiring
terrestrial flora and
fauna, even when nature
bursts forth with adoring
"The Rite of Spring" adorning
the snapchat buzz zee
flight of the Bumble Bee
the still frozen, yet slowly aerating
rib rock solid state terra
firmae slowly alleviating
thick slabs of iced over terrain
indiscriminately allocating
patch of landscape
legion limitless almsgiving
then as instagram dusk
preempts afternoon alternating
cathartic, fantastic,
and iambic anesthetizing
magic, opportunistic, and therapeutic
reverie blitzed, viz banshee screaming
mother nature's wound
dead spirit expressing
agony dost vent wrath
heartfelt lament vacillates, manifests,
and explodes analogous
qua red bull who readily
didst get smitten angling
to expunge anguishing
cumulative racking torment
hell bent on annihilating
primate responsible species
akin to a silent spring announcing
slow but inexorable annulling
guardian (nee abuser) role usurped
by *****sapiens,
who need answer
for relentlessly antagonizing
writhing, lowing, and bristling
Planet Earth!
God say we are to pray for all,
And He means everyone!
Pray for the child abuser,
The killers with the gun.
Pray for all child molesters,
And the rapist too!
Pray and forgive the parent,
That you feel has failed you!
Pray for the racist people,
Anyone that hates or fights.
Pray for all evil in this world,
Because God says it's right!
All of us are under the same curse,
In Genesis chapter three.
As long as we walk upon this earth,
From it's affect no one's free!
That's why Jesus went to that Cross!
To die for you and me.
The part for us we are to do,
On earth as long as we live.
Is pray for ALL no matter what,
And ask God for grace to forgive!!!