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Dangerous animals
pounce out of a plasma screen.
Why would they not?
Every watching eye is a jungle path,
into a perilous land.
Predators know their true environment.
Does a painted jungle deity,
a lesser god, masked as a man,
sit astride upon a carved log,
while hunted virtual humans
hide and seek,
within a computer game
he is endlessly absorbed within?
Where is Alice, his woman?
Does she stalk dinosaurs,
chase tigers through,
a maze of rabbit holes?
Only to bring them back
bundled upon her shoulders -
all those runaway children.
Is she the only one,
free to run,
while we upload our minds
in a wilderness place,
waiting our turn to survive
for another night,
or be skinned and deleted?
They play with my dreams
Laughing at the bursting seams
As everything falls apart
Painting with the blood from my heart
Covering walls with my feelings
As I lay there dying and reeling
They said open your heart to be free
Holding in the twisted smile I now see
There is no basement for how low
They will inevitably like to go
So draw back all of the curtains
Because misery is served for certain
And as my thoughts are bickering
The lights above are flickering
At least let me see the sunrise
Before my final demise
A lifetime of mistakes and aches
I couldn't quite find the brakes
So as my spirit finally breaks
Surrounded by callous fakes
I'm not the only one crying
As I'm laying here dying
But their crocodile tears
Are slanted by sensational sneers
They play with my dreams
Laughing at the bursting seams
As everything falls apart
Painting with the blood from my heart
It's so ironic to finally find fame
When the credits roll on this sad game
Because I have been defeated and deleted
My soul depleted and good intentions cheated
But my echoing cries
Are greeted by one last sunrise
From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I was too loved up to listen or too much in love
In fact, it only made me want him more
Within a month
I'd moved into his flat
Swapping girly nights out
for cosy nights by a blazing fire
He revamped my wardrobe
threw out my sexy dresses
preferring me to wear jeans
Mum used to ring me
but he told me to ignore her
said she wanted to split us up
I deleted her number from my phone
Friends stopped calling me
I always said I was too busy
One night I burned the pizza
and he went ballistic
A black rage engulfed him
His eyes flashed as dark as coals
and his fists pummeled me
like a volley of cannon balls
Vivid, violet bruising covered my body
He couldn’t see the scars in my heart
and I doubt if he'd have cared
He begged for forgiveness,
said it would never happen again
Like a fool I believed him
I even blamed myself for ruining dinner
Next morning, I put on a long-sleeved blouse
painted on a smile and went to work
It was then the cycle of abuse began
Verbally, he’d fly into a rage
sometimes over the slightest thing
Then, physically which ended up
with him using me like a punching bag
One night, he went too far
grabbed a hammer and beat me
neighbours heard my screams
and alerted the police …
Hours later, I woke up in intensive care
Mum was sitting by my side
a look of sadness in her eyes
instead of one that implied, "I told you so"
I only wish I had listened to her
The sky is crying…
Like a gentle southern rain,
Falling, pouring, pounding out a beat
In rhythm with the memories,
The tunes of forever that we played,
History’s not winning, though….
The sky is crying…
Like the storms across the night,
Silencing the stars and moon with yearnings
Trembling echoes who blow away the
Hopes, the dreams, the pent up feelings
Bleeding like forever calling…
The sky is crying…
Like a burning bridge in the distance,
Reminding with a sigh that wherever I turn
There are passions burning, fading
Beneath clear, soft showers, drizzling
Storms releasing forever…
The sky is crying…
There is silence in every direction
My faith is yearning, quivering beneath
The presence of a memory, a burden
Left to make me believe – to remember
Forever is still waiting…
Somewhere, the sky is crying tears of joy
Because, despite the pain, there has been
More to gain in the shuddering remains…
Forever, I pray… still changes the rain
To the clearest sunny day – still, I will never
Turn you awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
This poem was originally intended for this contest:
Stevie Ray Vaughan Inspiration Poetry Contest
Song Inspiration: The Sky is CRYING
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
May 13, 2023
But the sponsor deleted the original contest so... here is an oddball poem!
I am floating through my world of dreams
Searching for the perfect story.
There are three-headed dogs and stranger things
Mixed with exaggerated memories of past glories.
There are dead people, once again alive;
High school courses that must be repeated;
A recurring dream I've had since I was five
That I wish could just be deleted.
Lots of naked woman desiring me,
Many more than the actual amount;
I'll file those under sexual fantasy,
More than I could ever count.
Over in the corner trying to hide
Behind the nightmares and the absurd
Is the girl who will become my bride
In a dream that actually occurred.
I can hear her snoring in my ear,
With her arm slung over my chest;
Having my wife laying with me so near,
Is the dream that I love the best.
The dog is barking for me to take her out,
Seems my night has come to an end,
Later this evening, I will no doubt
Return to my world of dreams again.
Pain
From kind, a style of sad life
Pain following me, a woman
I loved her, but she was a sneak
She is a linguist, a perfect lady
Beautiful lady deleted my life
I will always remember her.
My love in my life to her heart…
… is a pain from the past…
…Past. Present past, my death…
Love’s petals are flying. I am far.
Pain is my love, days follow
… my life isn’t yours, needed
I loved you, search me; cemetery
… a heart is on fire, loved you…
… my pain is you, linguist woman
Someone loved you. Be kind to you
Love
Pain
Kind
Love
You
Missing
You
Loved
You
Vilmos
Heart
Broken
Oh! Be ware whenever you answer your cell,
or land line phone. I received a call from the
Everett's Marriott Hotel. And did not answer
my cell phone. My personal friend, told me.
It is a place for prostitution. And I thought it
could also be a place for drug trafficking?
She told me it was how her problems,
and her daughters first started.
The hackers deleted all of her
photographs of her daughter's
youngest child. She had stored
in her cell phone.
The hackers hacked into her computer,
and had access to her files. They
tried to frame her daughter for
crimes she did not commit.
They tried to mess around with
her back ground check,
claiming she had a criminal
background.
They stole her car in the City of Arlington,
and messed around with it.
Taking all of her valuables out her
motor vehicle. Spreading lies
about both her and her daughter.
They tried to destroy the lives
of her daughter and her children
by spreading vicious and malicious lies.
Her grand daughters were both
sexually abused!
Her daughter arranged to have a date
with a man she found on one of those
internet dating sites. A child abuser,
and a wife beater advertised himself there.
You can apparently lie about your background
on those internet dating sites. They
probably can't check into the backgrounds
of people who post themselves on line
for dating services.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 29, 2020
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
A strange phenomenon washed over me
and drained my mind and body,
suctioned out the breath of my life.
I equate to nothing, nor shall I ever be
an entity that anyone can see.
Not physically or mentally, do I exist,
cruelly erased on the whim of a fantasist.
Of less importance am I than a grain of sand.
Without a mind I'll never understand
what's happened to me, It's a tragedy!
There's nothing left of me to sculpt in effigy.
Who has the power to rescind my energy,
or does it blow upon the wind?
Have others been expunged like me?
Carl Sagan said, "We are but a mote of dust,
suspended in a sunbeam."
Can this be a nightmare within a dream?
Am I a fleck of dust floating in space?
Have I been deleted from the human race?
What I once was, I am no more.
My grieving thoughts echo with wailing ring.
Without a soul my self-control does not exist.
Does that make me a puppet on a cosmic string?
A scheme that's left me in the dark!
Give me light, give me light!
Ignite just one minuscule spark.
September 6, 2022
Sans Mind-Body Who Are We Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
why i took a chance and
decided to try the new poetry
dot com sight started off great
two months ago until i noticed
a strange mans face with
my name and poem completely
beside myself not a racist
bone in my body being mixed
myself half Italian Native American
and African American raised by
Irish aunts why i have given birth
to a complete rainbow tribe from
French Spanish Irish Somali
African Costa Rica Jamaican
Panamanian British children
and grandchildren just to be clear
this was just the description
of the man next to my poem
called what we need he was
bearded not to tidy white
caucasion nothing to do with
poetry at all scam i began trying
to remove him but for some reason
poetry not com desired to allow
him to stay i am glad i only had
one poem just to test the waters
clearly i deleted my account
with them my name user account
all deleted i began reading more about
poetry not com they are a scam unlike
Howard Ely academy of american poets
Baltimore in which i posted thousands of
poems that poetry .com sold 2007 to lulu
which went bankrupt this new sight has
absolutely no affiliates with the old poetry.com
with Howard Ely it was fraud actually asked for
my credit card information to remove this
guy they obviously added to my poem
the nerve wow very very eerie at any rate
stay safe on this web of hackers many blessings
Happy Easter Everyone.
My Poem:
What we need
what we need
is unity
in a diverse world
what we need
is to unite
who we need
is you and me
this indeed
is what we need
written by yolanda nicholsen
01.22.2024