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A warm, September day, so many years ago;
our home was then aboard a large Marine Corps base.
Expecting our first-born with new moms shared, and so
my neighbor, friend next door, came over to our place.
A favor asked of me; to watch her newborn girl,
her little babe, just two weeks old, a precious one,
with chubby cheeks and rosebud lips, a tiny curl
upon her head. To play with, watch her, oh, what fun!
Day after, all went well in early morning hours;
drank bottle in my arms then slept in her quilt bed,
bound snuggly in her wrap of white with pink flowers.
Before long, Mama picked her up, and off they fled.
That next day haunts me still. Forever, will I mourn
the overnight crib death of my dear friend's newborn.
September 21, 2015
Contest: I Will Never Forget
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Sonnet in Iambic Hexameter
True Story from September 1958
A spiral curl upon her brow,
She can't recall how it all began
She can't recall how it came to this
No names are shared, he doesn't care
He doesn't ask...........she doesn't tell
She doesn't tell.........he doesn't ask
She promises herself,
this will be the last
A small tattoo, a trailing rose
It wanders down, beneath her clothes
She dims the light
One look, he falls
into the spell, she has composed
She knows the score....from those before
Beneath the trellis of a smile
Cold fingers grope, to touch the thorns
and there is born, a heart of stone
Without a word, her taste runs cold
His lust is hot......her time is bought
Her lot in life, tomorrow's scorn
Her honey, wild, once laced with gold
Until the taste was tainted cold
In lonely rooms, pink roses slept
Where bedside shadows paid the rent
The tears she wept so long ago
Now shuttered tight, where secrets hide
Against the dark, against the tide
All shame has learned to shut an eye
A child, a lily in the bud
Has never known the trace of love
All fear is gone, but not forgot
Redemption, now, it matters not
Where ecstasy, is never sought
A tear upon the lash won’t fall
The garland once upon her dress
Is now tattooed upon her breast
His urgent thrust, to her is death
He pants one breath, then takes a rest
She doesn't speak.......he falls asleep
He didn't ask..............she didn't tell
She promises, he'll be the last
No questions asked
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For Charlotte's Contest, Erotic Scorchers: 11/27/13
Hush, little songbird,
The world’s an awful place,
And we have decided
You won’t find your own way.
Hush, little songbird,
Stay in our wings,
For we were the ones that made you,
We must be your everything.
Hush, little songbird,
It’s not your time to fly.
You’re not like the others,
The height would make you cry.
Hush, little songbird,
Don’t sever your past,
We have built you an army,
Which you’ll one day outlast.
Hush, little songbird,
And never make a fuss.
You sing with such beauty,
But you can’t be enough.
Hush, little songbird,
And please stay the same.
We don’t want to see, your life succeed,
You’re perfect when you’re tamed.
Hush, little songbird,
Our voice is in your head.
There’s no one more, to give you scorn,
But you won’t leave the dread.
Poor, little songbird,
Now fully grown.
You only loved, who lived above,
So now you’re stuck alone.
A songbird in hiding,
Your life is your own.
Where ,oh where ,do you roam
When you close your eyes
To a world of beauty and calm
Warm days and blue skies?
Or are you lost in a maze
Disoriented and dazed
Alone and confused
Threatened and afraid
Are you trying to escape
From the evil following you
Trying to scream loudly
Yet no sound comes through
Or do you happily drift down memory lane
Full of tranquility and peace
With the ones you had forgotten
Or the ones who are deceased
Do the dark, sad memories you choose forget
Invade your dream mind
Haunting and disturbing
Relentless and unkind
Do you awaken in a state of bliss
Or unsettled and fatigued
Where, oh where ,do you roam
A destination….one of intrigue!
You’ll come to me one day and beg for love
Reminding me of heights we reached above
The dreams we shared and love we made so right
And how our passion burned till morning light
The day will come when you will need my bed
A haven was it then for weary head
You’ll come to me and beg to be led there
Where not just bodies but our souls lay bare
The day will come when you will ask of me
to take you back and give you constancy
You’ll beg of me to love you like before
But you don’t know, the lock is on the door
You laid me low, you broke me, and I died
The one who loved you, does not here abide
Looking back, I see a trail of regrets,
A path littered with mistakes I can't forget.
If only I could turn back the hands of time,
Would my life today be more sublime?
Oh, the bad decisions I've made along the way,
Leaving me wondering what could have been today.
I should have known better, I can't help but sigh,
But dwelling on the past won't help me fly.
With each misstep, a lesson learned,
A chance to grow, to evolve, to discern.
Though the weight of regret may feel heavy,
I'll use it as fuel to steady.
For I can't change the past, that's true,
But I can shape my present and future anew.
I'll learn from my mistakes, embrace the unknown,
And forge a path where seeds of wisdom are sown.
So I'll bid farewell to regrets and sorrow,
And greet each new day with hope for tomorrow.
For I am resilient, I am strong,
And from my mistakes, a better me will be born.
The fog murks its way in front of me
daylight fades into a lurid glow.
I drift loose as stones lost in my mind
hanging on to sanity by a fragile thread.
There’s a hunger within me that won’t abate
to fix my personal planet to a fiery star,
ride its path around the universe
along with other constellations
lighting luminous lamps burning the darkness.
Through an astrological lens, I pierce
the sliver of a half-moon gleaming beside my star
prods me to relinquish a pervasive sense
of hopelessness creeping into deep pools
of sadness, losing myself totally
and I am left with nothing
but a mere whisper of dust.
I latch on instead to the tail of a comet
hoping to land myself into a glorious sunset
but it speeds us through space
plunging me on a downward spiral
toward a stygian oblivion.
@jjote 022121
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth." Quote by - Constance La France
Down a path with nature I walk,
seeing what summer left behind.
I walk beneath the mighty tall shade trees,
dripping colorful leaves.
Winter white cotton candy clouds,
turning into a dark sad gray.
Are looking like they will decay this year,
flying high saying bye.
Cold and bold winds are now blowing,
bringing soft white fluffy snow down.
Decay ground ready for a big snowman,
red bird sits on his head.
Winter is a quiet season,
pretty flowers will fade away.
Sleeping and dreaming about warmer days,
not all to be reborn.
Spring will bring us a bright rebirth,
flowers awaking to the world.
Butterflies kissing each new flower bud,
pretty colors blooming.
For me the sun has closed her eyes
Never to rise again
Darkness is all that surrounds me now
Darkness and echoes of pain
I'm on a journey to nowhere
The road is narrow and long
Walking alone, I stumble and fall
With echoes of you and our song
Though time keeps turning moving on
It never dries my tears
My soul still reaches out to you
The echoes of you it still hears
I try to look to the future, but
I may just as well be blind
The absence of you is all that I see
Echoes of you so defined
Confusion and pain, my constant friends
They never leave me alone
Reminders of all that you and I shared
Echoes I cannot disown
Today or tomorrow will never be mine
I live in a dark, sad place
The past, not the present, is all I can see
In the echoes of your lovely face
But somewhere beyond all the sorrow and pain
A light in the dark shines through
A memory softly remains.. my heart
Still beating in echoes of you
Emotional scars are invisible
But the damage is built to last
I wonder, will I ever be free
From echoes of you and the past...
Echoes of you in the silence tonight
Still calling my heart by name
Though distance and time have dimmed the light
Your love still burns like a flame
And maybe one day when the healing begins
In these shadows I'm walking through
I'll find a new dawn, but I'll always hear
The gentle echoes of you
By Raina Hutchins
Perpetual
Intellectual
Mother
Just another
Smother, then cover
“Too weak to recover”
“Be our good maid”
“Just to be betrayed”
“Don’t give her a voice!”
It’s not love if there’s no choice.
To deal with perpetual self-assertion
The old sisterhood of overexertion!
Sarah Baartman
Wu Zetian
Cleopatra
Anne Boleyn
Joan of Arc
Sophie Scholl
Sylvia Plath
Marilyn Monroe
Micaela Bastidas
Yang Guifei
Fate bestowed a bitter gift
A curse more grave than death’s drift
A life where they were lured and torn
Left gasping, alone, forlorn
Once the universe had lost them
Cruel hands never let them astray
Their trials, none atoned
Their weary souls never left alone
Battles fought, voices shorn
Our bodies spent, our spirits worn
No rest, no vindication, no excursion
Just the classic sisterhood of overexertion!