Long Captor Poems
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Dark brier grow thick in Cleveland,
thorny tendrils thrive.
Clapperboard homes slack and linger,
neglected yards grow thin grey bones.
A vaporous wave passed over Lake Erie.
None noticed the lightless seeds in the sunlight,
but little girls went missing.
Whole neighborhoods searched other places
no one thought the monster hid among them.
Detective Puccini grinds his jaw behind the wheel
of an old Cadillac.
Red cracked leather creaks as he reaches
for a brown-bagged vodka bottle.
He knows the girls are near;
at night as he sleeps, he hears them,
they cry for help under their breath
least their captor overhear.
Today Puccini takes out
a sledgehammer from the trunk of his car
he's intends to tear down any dark-eyed house
until one fine day
he hears the girls again.
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I once had thirty nine brothers and sisters
now I’m all alone in the world
Probing fingers
viciously tore me apart from my twin.
My white dress
is speckled with dark dust…
it’s all that remains of my siblings.
I was tossed back into my carboard box home
and left in solitary confinement
I know my days are numbered
as my captor mercilessly
dips her hand in and grabs me.
I do not struggle as she pulls me out
but I can hear a hiss and see a steaming monster
I’m popped into a pretty bone china container
It’s lovely and warm, I feel quite relieved
Until my captor says to me,
“Gran always said I should warm the teapot first”
Then the stark reality of my fate smacks me in the face
All of a sudden the floral china lid is raised
My captor is standing in front of me
I see the steaming monster towering over me
Now I know the fate of my relations …
they were all boiled alive!
Summer's showers for tender hands
stretching out to rainy skies...not thundering,
stunningly doomed by silence;
thankful hands showing gratitude:
pure love flowing from the smallest heart...
to rapidly move and thrill us
with its sincere feeling
and bring us back to that lost fortitude!
The wistling train rushes and winds through
the fertile plain sorrounded by misty hills,
the attentive adolescent follows it 'till it vanishes;
he'll make great strides to achieve his goals
and build a foundation that no one will ever undue,
whomever awaits fortune...doesn't have any dreams!
Summer's showers for tender hands...
for someone showing genuine happiness;
and he's desirous to know
the meaning of everything:
from the smaller things to the greatest things...
his knowledge must extend and grow
until his curiousity runs low!
What others despise,he adores...
when innocence is a reflection of purity,
many detest it with animosity!
Another train returns to the foggy town...
a town so lonely and without sun;
the jeering boy waves at someone,so familiar,
smiling beyond an open window...
someone who inspires him to dare:
to steadly feed his fervent ego...
to enhance his insatiable aspirations
that'll bring him greatness tomorrow!
Summer's showers for tender hands
that hold nothing within their grasp...
and need fond hopes and assurance;
a strinkingly handsome lad
catching butterflies with one hand...
a captor who fundles them as babies
and sets them free to spring up
to the illimitable,idle skies!
The joyous adolescent trots along
the immense flowers' fields
humming his favorite song...
picking up one of each kind: clover,
daisy,pansy and violet...
to give them to the one he loves more;
he finally stops to make
a simple wish with open eyes:
to live a life full of promise
and make those good choices...
to let nothing stand between him
and his priced freedom!
To inhale sweet fragrance, a breath of love
Evening's light casts a gray flickering shade
Beneath a moon rising and stars above
Lovers merge silently as eyes persuade
To fill this measure that a love yearns for
Unrestrained trust, to share wants and needs
Two hearts tremble as a welcomed captor
and fall through realms where resistance concedes
Secure in love's warmth has dispersed night's chill
Shadows from lovers are burned by a flame
and hearts pounding strong are echoing still
While laughter and whispers haunt this domain
Nothing is left beneath red sky of dawn
No trace of two lovers, as they have gone
contest Breath of Love
2/3/15
Age crept upon me like a quiet thief
Reminding me of time's silent passing
Another Autumn, another dead leaf
The moment's concern seems everlasting
To conjure the year my mind was aware
A child's brain with its singular thought,
When tomorrow a distant dream to share
And childhood was playful minutes sought
As joy and anguish scrolls through my mind
They remind of adult worlds I've lived through
When turmoil of history made us all blind,
And tears we all shed were a darker blue
Dreamed a thousand dreams on time's endless shore
Saw them washed away as history's captor
5/7/16
Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea
A fox at the altar.
Bee nests to seek before light.
A rabbit where the fox’d trot.
(Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do not walk.
They do not run.)
Morning flies...
And the sun is slow to rise.
The clouds are only a smidge more awake than I.
Sleep-rolling by.
A duck flies, no tumbles, no whazzles past.
No more gainly than when waddling on sod.
Morning hawks take to the barest of first updrafts;
rising like mists on the lake where dragonflys slowly
flex their diaphanous gemstone wings. The ones who
keep as captor the rainbows from the last day’s thunderstorm.
A frog {Maybe toad. [Probably frog.]} somewhere in the pottery.
Awaiting the repottery of potted plants, themselves awaiting the
heat of day and breeze’s gift of sway. Hiding in the repository of pottery;
perhaps in rainwater held in temporary reservoir - a feast for frog, a womb
for gnats...this believing squeak-croaking, near-whistling frog calls out in love -
or something very much like it. From the dark. Not near at all to kindred souls.
At even the odd hours I hear it call. Her call? His call? The call we all...make.
Know.
Offer.
Await.
The barn cat, asleep, misses it all.
And misses none of it.
Soon he sidles up.
In need of scritches and time with.
The tea cools, the leaves unfurl.
The tannins dye.
The world wakes.
The lupine at the altar try their hand at purple.
No goose today.
The sibling blue pines put one in minds...
of poetry. And work awaiting.
The waves cascade upon the starry shore
And wash across the grains of sand they find
To share its motion, a timeless captor
To give freedom to my spirit confined
Soon it will soar in realms of passing dreams
That glide on the visions trapped in the mind
Wondrous worlds where nothing is as it seems
Colored kaleidoscopes there to remind
Of landscape pictures where I'm a refugee
Memories that flee, some are bad some are good
To sit on this shore where my thoughts flow free
And feel life's rhythm as it's understood
To not be a hostage to years I bear
Escape life's chains, I'll never again wear
12/26/19
I would first have to find you
In the bustle of today
Then my whiles would be applied
And I would find a way
It may be in a city park
We would accidentally meet
I would start a conversation
Let you sweep me off my feet
Let you think you were the captor
While really it was me
Who set the trap and sprung it
Before you had a chance to flee
Just like a female spider
I would leave you no escape
You would find yourself entangled
And stand there mouth agape
Then not to be beaten
Your manliness would show
Suggest a quite romantic place
Where only we would go
There is an ancient saying
It may be just a whim
That she lets him chase her
Until she catches him
Darkness is my weakness
Crave negativity day to day
At war with my inner light
Dismantle the joy my inner child
Reckless with the will to live
Stomp my power to the -3rd power
Don’t have the swag to live,
Live to feel pleasure
Wishing to go ghost
Praying to end it all
Heart hurts; faith locked up
Locked in darkness
Tears of sorrow
Shameful of my shadow
Looking for my heart to be rip
Ripped away from this pain
Pain this ungodly body carries
Reversed to the thought of hope
Bargain with Satan
Offer seems fair
Want to spilt my wrist
Let go of everyone inclination
Feeling so alone
Feeling useless
Screaming someone help me
No don’t help me!
Darkness is my love!
Surrender to my captor
Can’t do this my soul lost!
God help me!
Lead me!
Forgive me!
Guide me!
Want to live
Live for you!
Crying out for your mercy God!
This is art with a message I do not promote suicide suicide. If your feeling like that please get help remember you have people who do love you.
I do not feel this way I’m happy I’m blessed it’s just poetry…
Thank you
My racing heart through silence seeps
a pitter-pattered tempo keeps
while all the world about me sleeps
so quietly in the night.
I sense a ghastly ghoul creep
a lurid wretch my conscious sweep
I fight it, but I softly weep
so quietly in the night.
Above the seas, beyond the moon
confined in heavens black cocoon
who plays that haunting deathly tune
so quietly in the night?
What will my captor now decree?
Shall I know life, shall I go free…
or shall the devil come for me
so quietly in the night?
Befitting rain to match my tears
reflecting all these gripping fears
as light forever disappears
so quietly in the night.
08/22/15
Submission for contest: Rain and Dark, Isolated Places
Hosted by: Pendleton Arkwright