Long Betrayed Poems
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You are a confident poet, who understands doppelganger whimsy.
An optimist with a belief in the power of the Lord, you believe in fairies.
A lone wolf, you are possibly divorced or separated, with a new love.
A woman whose heart has captured your own; and she sings well too.
Unafraid to write unpopular subjects like hell, grim reaper, and torture.
Your imagination takes you places some poets could never hope to go.
You do not like cleaning, but you do love rainbows and your lazy Tom cat.
A protector of women, you want to be a life-long partner, a husband.
You write of warrior women, and they are strong and super confident.
On the flip side, you write of women who are wolves in sheep’s clothing.
I feel you may have been burned by one of those in a sad painful way.
A friend has also betrayed you; thus “true friends are like unicorns”.
Your imagination is keen and your pen is sharp, thus reading was fun.
Your forty-five poems were easily read due to your sense of humor.
I applaud your poetry and shall now be a follower of you for sure.
I jotted several notes, and for sure will be taking your ideas in new directions.
Once i looked into eyes that loved me
as i broke the heart within
Her love for me was not returned
behind her back i played around
A prick i was in earlier days
against her face slaps
i gave no defence
her immeasurable recompense unpaid
wish i could give back the time i stole
Sometimes in remembered haze
tears blur the times you gave
sorry just a cheap phrase
Wish i could erase the days
our pathways strayed
and fix the heart i betrayed.
Heard you found a man worth while
pretty soon a child will follow
If justice is to be met
Fill me with your pain and sorrow
every day and tomorrow
Each and all join in the stream,
separate though we may seem,
to follow after freedom's dream
beyond the sunset's gleaming.
Always onward to freedom;
our country is a gift of love
we all make with our dreaming.
Joyously and unafraid,
we strengthen one another.
Our land is always being made:
adventure is her mother.
Though hatred throws its dreadful shade,
though every truth may seem betrayed,
though leaders pass and riches fade,
our power is each other.
Freedom is our nation;
as long as one free person lives,
the dream will never die.
[The lyrics of the song are slightly different:
As long as one free person lives, the dream will never die. (x2)
Each and all join in the stream,
separate though we may seem,
to follow after freedom's dream
beyond the sunset's gleaming.
Always onward to freedom;
our country is a gift of love we all make with our dreaming.
Joyously and unafraid,
we strengthen one another.
Our land is always being made:
adventure is her mother.
Though hatred throws its dreadful shade,
though ev'ry truth may seem betrayed,
though leaders pass and riches fade,
our power is each other.
Freedom, freedom, freedom is our nation;
as long as one free person lives, the dream will never die. (x2)
as long as one free person lives, the dream will never die; (x2)
the dream will never die. ]
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I am sorry that I sat on your cat and squashed it to smithereens
But I lost a bet, so I had to do it. Not my fault really.
I apologize for being late, but there were cows in the road.
I am truly feeling bad for hurting your feelings, but I cannot stop my words.
I hope you will accept my apology for lying to you.
It is what everyone does in my family, and I like to fit in every so often.
Please forgive me for spreading that rumor about you.
I know this is no excuse, but I heard a lot worse before I threw in this one.
I am sorry that I lied and stole and betrayed your trust.
But it is your fault for being too dhramned naïve.
Cowardly efforts of a worthless soul
Rages, this low murmur of lazy surf;
Mind and body beaten, bruised, losing control,
An enfeeble struggle of a timeless sleepy curse.
Surges wave of open independence.
A quenchless abyss seeking earnest passion...
Splendor and lavish sentiments... surge with vengeance;
Divulge a precipitous... obvious confession.
The Black Bird sings its glorious tune, those mystical words...
Sweet mistress, your grace... so divine!
Till stillness falls and the master stirred.
And that white body that lay is mine!
Piercing spears of light from the moon
Through darkness whisper protect the sire,
And ere the night I cradle the spoon
Black Bird sing to your heart’s desire.
Beads of sweat surface on ashen skin,
Fiery droplets coalesce in tiny streams;
Heroin... The Black Bird, the source of sin.
The envy of my thought, it’s all it seems.
The narrow passage, the acquainted place
Surrenders to this pulsing watchful eye
Disguise throes of serried power, panting in disgrace
I am the Black Bird, infatuated, bold and sly.
The lean, dark-eyed man wipes his fingers wet
Enchanting are my withdrawing moans, in vain
With taunting-pate coughs, I’m beset.
Constrained by this liquid fire, my body set aflame
Angry grey wolf... trembling terror, yields my breath
Continues the reign of the Black Bird, unabated!
Whose glory shines by this sweet quest!
I shall not weep, for I have been, deceived and betrayed.
I thought we were friends, true to each other.
I thought he was more than my own brother.
He was very kind to me, and I was even kinder.
He helped me a little and I was a better helper.
But when he didn’t benefit from me any longer.
He turned his back on me just like any stranger.
I felt betrayed, forsaken, and pain was greater.
I wondered how fast he turned into a hater!
I wondered how he lived as a fabricator!
His life was false and he was so big a faker!
He could’ve been a friend, a man, not a traitor!
I wondered why he chose to be a killer spider.
Those falling in the net took him for a liberator.
Those surviving it knew he was a terminator.
9/8/2014
Yesterday
I cried my heart out
For I wept tears of glass
To lay a path for you to walk on
Barefoot on the hot pavement
naked as I bleed
In the hopes that you won’t taste my fear
Teeming with anger and hatred
As I stood with a clenched fist.
hot coals in my palm
Ready to unfurl
Shoulders hunched, grasping at embers.
My hands exposed me.
Today
I write with the temperament
Of a subdued bull
As you taunt and prod
Waiting for me to charge
my heart aflame like molten lava
My eyes burning with fire
Shooting darts of laser beams
My lips are parted
but no words escaped
My voice betrayed me.
Tomorrow
I will walk in splendor
Of a thousand suns
Simultaneously rising
In dazzling radiance
I will set the heavens ablaze
And you will be drawn
Just like a moth to a flame
Not looking back, not asking why
Your eyes deceived you
For my heat no longer warms
Instead it burns
Not the kind that cauterizes and effaces
But the one that engulfs and consumes
Like butter on blow torch
Your perception beguiled you
For I am Venus
As you watch me lay motionless
you wonder what goes up and down
but does not move? My temperature.
As I bask in my ring of fire
Feel my scorching heat
As I exact my revenge
and singe your wings of desire
It is too late,
I show no mercy
As my soul deserted me.
To the other woman,
I am not mad at you.
What you see in him now,
is what he shows me yesteryear,
only one of us will weep upon his grave:
To the All-Woman Who ‘Loses’ Her Mate
When love unravels, and betrayal stings, The all-woman weeps, her heart’s fragile wings. Yet hidden within this tempest of pain, A metamorphosis awaits, a higher gain.
For grief and loss, like chisels, refined, Her mating intelligence, a gift divine. She learns to read the subtle cues that lie, In future mates, revealing truth from the sly.
And so, she emerges, battle-scarred but wise, No longer blinded by love’s sweet disguise. Her heart, a compass, guides her through the storm, detecting low mate value, keeping her warm.
But what of the other woman, entwined? She dances with deception, love’s twisted bind. Her prize, a man who once betrayed with ease, A history of infidelity, a heart ill at ease.
As days pass, the all-woman stands tall, her dress discarded, memories small. She knows her worth, her happiness her own, No charity case, no borrowed throne.
And when malice whispers, its venomous hiss, she invokes Hanlon’s razor, dismissing the abyss: “Never attribute to malice,” she wisely imparts, “That which is adequately explained by stupidity’s arts.”
Human behavior, shaped by traits unseen, A dance of folly, wisdom, and what might have been. To the other woman, no anger, no strife, Just a silent knowing—one weeps upon life’s knife.
To anyone, never extend your paining hand
Hand that they might twist
Twist cos of distrust and hatred
To anyone, never reveal your tears’ secret
Secret to shield antagonists of making you cry more
More never reveal to anyone your fragile side
Side anyone might deeply explore
Explore to agonize you more beyond
Beyond of your inner secrets
Secrets buried can shun becoming prisoner
Prisoner of your worries towards your enemies
Enemies making you live in perpetual terror
Terror because an honest man was betrayed
Betrayed by a traitor who is confident
Confident because the perjurer is entrusted
Entrusted for breaking the truth
Truth no one will ever reveal
Reveal and expose themselves
Not every truth needs disclosure
Disclosure kills trust people have in you
You trust yourself, as you cannot betray yourself.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Where darkness bleeds its prayers
Over my spirit, blinding me
With the illusions, the images,
Blurred visions of yesterday, betrayed
By the silhouettes of promises,
Unafraid of the cool, clear skies –
Unafraid of the despairing night.
Where darkness milks the moon,
Wiping out the hopes, the dreams,
With reflections of memories,
Bold, vibrant hues of shame faced promises,
Vowing to be silent as the wind who knocks
At the door of starlit floods, flowing
Just beneath the surface,
Of mysteries, puzzling as insanity.
On the verge of darkest dread, doubtful
Beckoning to the silence, still
As the unmoving ghosts, shadows fading
Into the moments, when laughter
Wanes and light erases the night’s brooding
Promises, with a beautiful beyond words,
Beautiful unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
Where darkness shines its glistening black,
Edged in shades of dejection,
Shame faced, the moon risks its light
To survey the destiny, beyond what was fate,
Just as meant to be as the heart,
Who realizes much to late –
The dark will fade, receding into the morning,
Capturing the dew on the roses,
Stirring blessings of sun’s rays in laughing haze,
Misty and musical, like a melody,
Blazing over the heavens, hesitant
Almost as ephemeral as the stars, the glistening
Brief as summertime and hesitating,
Like the moment when love comes by,
And, it feels like – one moment has captured the night,
Invited the grace of a heart who breathes…
In love’s embrace, there is beauty and peace.
There is love that never needs to see…
Beyond what it dreams - it seems – together,
Slow dancing, together…
There is the answer to every need!