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I wish it was possible for you to actually love me for who I am... I wish you accepted me as much as you accepted all my abusive ex's.. I wish I had the guts to stand up to you without my anxiety heating my skin so hot I get light headed..
I wish I had the confidence to set clear boundaries with you, with out the fear of depression creeping in, pulling me into it's embrace.
I wish you were more proud of me than you are disappointed..
I wish you took my side once.. instead of telling me to suck it up, stick it out n see.
Whether it be a disrespectful boss, or an abusive boyfriend, you always have a validation or excuse waiting, I'm the one that's in the wrong.
And yet, your expectations of me are still very high, even tho I've never lived up to them.
I know I didn't follow in your footsteps in the church... But that shouldn't matter.
I know I'm not married with kids.. but that shouldn't matter.
I know I don't have an amazing job that covers your bills and mine, but that shouldn't matter.. you're my mom, my only parent left.
You should be building relationships, not breaking them more so..
I know you will never truly love me for who I am
I know you'll never truly be proud of me..
Even though I strive to hear you say it.
I know I will forever be your biggest disappointment. I do wonder if your life would've been easier if I was never born..
It would be one less problem in the family, one less thing stress trigger.
Your perfect golden boy son, who could do no wrong could practically be here every day that way..
How is it possible for you to be more proud and loving towards him... Than me?
I don't understand!
I'm the one that was forced to grow up... But expected to keep a cool head and forgive him?!
He's still loved and accepted by you unconditionally...
And somehow I still wish you could love me like that.
Trains and buses, planes and cars
busy circles round and round
buzzing an abusive pace
Where I sit inside my head
where I choose to navigate
worries not the noisy light
Gardens of a silent world
open always as we dream
not just for a slumber’s rest
Set for me as flowers grow
softness of a soundless scene
one and world can coexist
As I sift through time and space
I am still as mind declares
movement, there is none at all
You can vent, but you just can’t scream,
Inside is a fire but referred to as a cream,
Without thinking, you only know the mean,
Dismissing the callous, rowdy and unclean.
You don’t seem to shake off the scant,
And its with the clad and landed slant,
That you are laid and made, with bound,
So where is the reasoned able sound?
Holding your feelings in, you astound,
Filtering the pure, absorbing the towned,
Leaving the stalwart, ascorbic and austere,
You wonder why therefore are radii fear.
Leave alone the grandiose and the dart,
Possibly historical, not new and sharp, clart,
The shocking may not be evasive and intrusive,
So look in here, the argument is abusive.
Sunday was International Women’s Day
Which has a lot to say
For one thing the amount in the cheque
That woman receives for labor respect
It is the pay
They say
Which is important
Since they have brains from their studies at Wharton
But would you carry a pitcher like Molly did?
In the heat of battle when the Mother country threw a fit
Work should be rewarded with something called money
It could dissuade some from using that age-old slang word honey
What happens when the finances are not there?
Do you say I do not care?
Sitting by a computer and a phone
Waiting to see if he comes in using a certain tone
Putting on display professional skills
It is the mind that gets the good salary to pay the bills
Think before you speak
And accept that handshake instead of the peck on the cheek.
In some circles the term lady luck is used to make a buck
And looks are used as a lure
In places where it can be heard fur sure
Playing the game
Making sure he knows your name
Confusing him with the label Mrs., Ms. and Miss
And knowing when to avoid that abusive kiss
Those who go far
And drive the nice car
Are not the ones that talk like they are sitting at the bar
Instead it is the intellect
Who can fix his train wreck?
Pulling the office weight
Being an executive that gets things straight
International Women’s Day is needed that is true
Since women are the ones who keep situations cool
Men have this inherit responsibility to defend
And sometimes they are unable to know when to say when
There are those
Who got the one they wanted to propose
That decide to be a wife
And have a home life
That is a job in itself
Getting everyone out of the house each day in good health
As I sit here a single writing these words that one may hark
Without a female lighting my dark
Let me wish you all who deserve the task of making the call
Happy International Women’s Day
And yes, without you the world would never be okay
Once upon a time,
There was a girl who thought of herself as being a great Dame
She would walk alone
And tell everyone that she had a heart of stone
She pushed off her admirers
Claiming they met not her desires
She broke many a hearts
By simply refusing to be their sweethearts
But one day, while she walked in the lonely forests
She came face to face with an enchantress
The latter was busy in concocting spells
To make of herself the world's only belle among the many belles
Angry for having been disturbed
She threw a curse on the great Dame
Be hated, she said, be ugly and be forever un-loved
Be made of fire so that anyone who touches you does perish in your flame
The young girl could do nothing
She tried to be to the world a bit more humbling
But everyone rebuked her
Everyone despised her, hated her
Why, if she did try to be good,
She scorched as would be a piece of fiery wood
If she did reach out to a young lad
She was laughed at, as if she was one so mad!
Why, she thought many a times of jumping into the raging sea
Maybe it would be good, if she did die way too early
Arrogant she had once been
Arrogant and one so mean!
But yet, she found not the courage to do such
She found not the courage to kill herself as such
Nor could she open her veins
Nor could she inflict on herself, other pains
Lost and discouraged, she sought out the mountains
She would live there, all alone, and in disdain
That was when she came face to face again with the enchantress
I shall cure you, only if you do allow me to be your mistress
Such was done and the young maiden became an evil slave
She accepted to do many evil deeds for her mistress, so abusive
So much that one day, as she looked at herself in a mirror
She shrieked with horror
She was old, wrinkled, ugly and witchy
No more did she have any beauty
Why, her life had been cursed, her life had been arrogant
Now, she could only accept her Fate's punishment!
The reason I was there I cannot recall
But I was sitting outside of our classroom, alone in the hall
When Principal Johnson walked into our class
I stood up to watch him through the square in the door with the glass
He whispered something to the teacher who put down her chalk
Then up to Monica Fulton he slowly started to walk
She gathered her things with a sad look in her eyes
Butterflies started churning in my stomach as I could empathize
Everybody knew about Monica’s troubles at home
She lived with an abusive father in a house all alone
But rules were different back in those days
There were no social workers around to take her away
I watched them walk down the hallway, footsteps echoing on wood
Up to his office door where Monica’s father now stood
He handed her over, then stepped on inside
Monica simply starred at her father with blue eyes opened so wide
He grabbed her collar and started yanking her toward the front door
She tried pulling away yelling, “I won’t go with you no more”
Then suddenly the fire alarm started a loud shrilling ring
“Everybody, single file outside”, the teachers started to sing
Mr. Fulton lost his grip in all of the chaos and confusion
Breaking the glass with my fist, left on my hand a contusion
That was the day Monica Fulton finally got to run away
No one has heard from her since, not even today
I happily spent my three months in the juvenile detention hall
The sentence I received for initiating a false fire alarm call
When Monica ran past me to the opposite end door
She yelled, “Thank you, Joe – I’ll remember this forever and more”
Red rock territory up ahead
Cheerful engineer
Train’s brakes making horrible sounds
We begin slowing down
Oohs and ahhs
I look out the window
The Dakotas are like nothing I have ever seen
I never dreamed of red hills like this
Are we there? I asked the man sitting across from me.
No, but we are closer, he told me.
He was coming out for gold.
California was our destination.
I was seeking a new life for myself.
Escaping an abusive husband.
My parents told me to return to him.
Jim was wealthy.
I had fabricated my story to this unknown stranger.
Pretended to be widowed.
Now to figure out a new name.
One I would answer to.
The red mountain gave me hope.
Fresh start. Fresh air. A new day.
A new everything.
‘.’’’…………..’’.
Lush Eden was the garden of Eve
Bored with Adam, she took a leave
The snake enticed her with red apples
And got rich selling creamy truffles
Adam formed a new wife from clay
Not asking the Master, he needed a ray
But other men admired this woman slim
Adam's disobedience, another original sin?
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* this is just for fun..according to TPS,
" a clerihew is usually whimsical, showing the subject
from an unusual point of view;but it is hardly ever satirical,
abusive or obscene."
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P.D.’s Battle of the Clerihew
By nette onclaud
That For Which She’d Yearned
She’d married young, then realized the fact
her spouse was not the type of man to act
with thoughtfulness toward her, and sometimes he
would lose his temper, but unflaggingly
she held her tongue and kept an even keel.
Oblivious to how he made her feel,
her husband threw abusive words. The wife
was one who could forgive despite this strife.
She daily prayed to God her husband’s soul
would soften and her marriage be made whole.
Faith and compassion she had plenty of,
and so the wife gave all she could of love.
She could have held resentment for his ways.
Instead she was forgiving all her days.
In time, the woman saw change take effect!
Her spouse was showing HER love and respect.
He opened up! Surprisingly, this spouse
now brings her gifts and helps her with the house!
Her constant kindness, love, and faith has turned
her marriage into that for which she’d yearned!
Nov, 4, 2017
For The Healing Power of Love Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME