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She escaped with her life, but barely.
He had been determined to take her light.
Her self-confidence had been eroded to a tiny piddle.
The first thing he had done was eliminate her family
And her friends, her bobbies, anything she loved.
She wondered now what had happened to her cat
He had belittled her, made fun of her choices, put her down
It had been a real struggle getting up from her crawling position
Church was something he allowed her to “try”
As long as she did not include him
He thought it was harmless, figured it would be a good way to control her
His father had used Bible verses to control his mother.
She had found other things in that church.
She loved singing, others built her back up
With their help she had made her escape
She was now living in a pink shabby chic trailer
Out in the woods, next to people who protected her
From the likes of him
The trouble is, she might do it again.
She had a knack for finding abusive sociopaths.
He had been her third one.
Mary had a flock of sheep but just one was a ram
She also had a giving nature… and a brand new pram
Mary tries so earnestly to tend her grazing flock
Not so easy since the day she slipped out of her frock
Her boyfriend like a Navy Seal was in and out post haste
And she was left so unfulfilled, her virtue gone to waste
She stood her ground and watched her sheep until she grew so tired
She dozed off while she watched her ram do what her ewes desired
She woke up when an evening chill had given her a shiver
And nine months on a midwife had a baby to deliver
So now she sleeps on duty; tired from tending child and ewes
Her nightmares feature needy sheep and children stood in queues
The guilt she feels for sleeping while she should be tending sheep
Is worsened for she has a child to watch unlike Bo Peep
She stood up and she checked her bairn like any decent Ma
Her bairn, so sweet, gave her a smile and made a little Baaaaa!
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But then a shadow blocked the sky and Mary woke for real
She saw the farmer’s gorgeous son and made a little squeal
Mary told her baby, “Shh,” and double checked her flock
And as the sun went down again she slipped out of her frock
An old man’s pride was set aside when he came to realize,
The arrogance of his youth was grounded in untruth.
The government he believed in was corrupted from within.
It tore at his very soul, yet the revelations proved it was so.
The government he believed in had deceived him.
Courage to change nearly drove him insane.
But only the deranged could deny what was plain.
There could be no more absolution for the institutions,
He had held in reverence given the mountains of evidence,
Of corruption and destruction spewing out of these agencies.
Upon much reflection he made this detection.
Programs for problems seemed to only prolong them.
Democracy’s bureaucracies had become lifelines for the American aristocracy.
When confronted with these facts his instincts said attack.
The messenger is all wrong, bigoted, hateful, racist, with motives of greed.
Yet he knew these were just excuses to deny the abuses,
Which his intellect clearly deduced were the truth.
He had to change!
He had to have courage!
He had to change!
I had a father who loved two women:
one so faithful and sincere, the other
spell maker and always showed a defying grin.
no, nobody in that god-fearing town liked her!
And mom, the devoted one, hated her and hid her pain,
she bore him four pretty daughters and a handsome son
who picked beautiful cyclamens and dazzling roses,
and gave them to her with thrilling and smiling eyes!
I had a farther who loved two women,
his restless life had to be shared without compromise,
and the one who suffered was mom feeling the disgrace;
isn't betrayal a cruel and despicable sin?
Sweetest mother with lips that spoke gently,
and when they kissed me I tested honey...
spreading her tenderness beyond an earthly gladness;
most devoted mother, are you singing with all angels?
I had a father who loved two women,
one had nothing, the other had everything;
should an abused wife go on without crying?
Tears will roll down and resemble a fountain!
Mothers, unlikely fathers, are much closer to us
and their words linger on the waft of the warmest breath;
listen to them and you'll go far in life to achieve dreams:
their whisper is the gentlest breeze sent to earth!
I had a father who loved two women,
he ran out of the semi dark and silent house on starlit nights,
did he worry about his wife and children?
What does a guiltless cheater gain to pursue selfish desires?
If anytime bitterness cringes inside, tun to your beloved;
there's no better friend than a mother who feels loved,
but gives comfort to stop the grief built inside a lost soul:
restoring faith with her wisdom to keep loss of control!
If I had another life…
Food is but a cold reminder,
Life has been unfair to me.
Wish upon a starry star, to find a plate of empathy.
Understand I mean so much,
My voice it sounds so hollow!
Waking up in agony,
I only live in sorrow.
Picture books are full of drawings,
Abstract ruination.
Colour me in with vitamins and leave me to my ruin.
All I want is everything
And nothing at the same time.
All I want I cannot have,
Or take or even find.
Days like this serve to remind me,
I am but an egg shell.
Swiftly broken pieces swept away,
Nobody to tell.
If only I could start again,
I'd rip this up
And send another swimmer.
This life is broken!
I am not a happy, be-lucky, winner.
Things are not quite as they seem,
When I look in your mirror.
All I see is a reflection of me,
But I am looking thinner.
I don't know which way I chose to go,
Is it up or down?
I just don't know!
I'm heading for the stars, I couldn't be happier,
I never even tried.
I want to live like I have already died.
Swim with the fishes,
All that I truly know is,
They never seem to cry,
Days are all numbered.
One to ten, and then repeat the process.
I cannot,
I will not,
Vote for a system that is causing distress.
Leave things just as they are
And starve or start a revolution.
All I state is there will be no peace,
Until we build a Freedom.
Creatures only crawl into my mind.
All I do is pass the time,
Selling broken watches,
To all my broken well-wishers, my peeps.
They cannot appreciate,
There is no early,
There is no late,
There is only a right time
And a place to send me,
But I will never tell them;
They couldn't agree.
One day I will find a way to live,
Or find a way to be free…
But today is not that day…
That is all I CAN say...
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Fishes From Heaven
I’m sorry to leave that dear husband of mine
But Ted will be fine with his rod, reel and line
His love for his fishing left me in the shade
I often said Ted should have wed a mermaid
When I get to heaven, I don’t want a harp
Just send me back as a bloody great carp
If that cannot be then my gift from above
I’ll send Ted a forty pound pike with my love
He’d have little use for a nympho or wench
But he wouldn't say no to a ten pound tench
A monster sized barbel? Should I grant that wish?
Or get him to battle a monster catfish
So I can rest easy, at peace where I’m laid
Or sat on a cloud where I might see Ted wade
Into the lake where he’ll slip his big net
Under my gift that’s his biggest fish yet
I just think it’s fair that somehow I thank
My husband for fishing...
So I could see Frank.
2 February 2019
Contest: If I had a secret life
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
And anyone who had a heart
could see the blue in cloudless eyes,
though a storm trespass and tears leak
dreadfully down my caring cheeks.
Once upon a time, he loved me,
and anyone who had a heart
can see his tenderness awaits
if...I can just...hold onto fate.
The black and blue of Xanadu,
crushing of rapturous roses.
And anyone who had a heart
can see the lyrics left by you.
His arms widen my countenance.
I gallop in pastoral dreams.
Rose-colored glasses, recount love,
and anyone who had a heart.
6/21/2018
Grens Evergreens #4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Song: Anyone Who Had A Heart
There was a painting offered as inspiration for this contest. I'm sorry I'm not able to include it for lack of a premium membership, but I hope I've managed, just a little, to set the scene with imagery.
Moonlight was diffused by a shadowed sky
Thunder hammered with the power of Thor
Sullen clouds released a deluge in downpour
Something about the night had gone awry
There was a flash of lightning; a blaring scream
With heart wrenching sobs, a woman wept
Her raven tresses billowed, wild and windswept
She appeared before me as a specter in a dream
I hesitated to call out, in fear she'd run away
but I could not ignore another mournful wail
Her arms were thin and she was ghostly pale
She shivered, trembled, and began to sway
She was frightened as though chased by death
Words were mumbled, but none of them clear
Her eyes searched the night, panicked with fear
I spoke calmly until she regained her breath
Her last memory was that she had gone to bed
and was having a nightmare about being stalked
Quite a distance from her home, she had walked
when lightning's crackle woke her from dread
I helped her home, sidestepping puddles of mud
She still trembled, not interested in conversation
She thanked me, but I had a moment of hesitation...
The porch light revealed she was covered in blood
August 6, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
It's too bad he left this earth in 1971.
I believe knowing him would have been a lot of fun.
He was born in Rye, New York, but moved frequently.
Baltimore was where he had his longest residency.
He was a panelist on the game show "Masquerade Party"
Ogden proved to write with great ability.
His collections of poems are absolutely fabulous.
So many of them are entertaining and humorous.
They have been saved and preserved for all of us.
This was a poet who really liked to rhyme.
That's what I like to do most of the time.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
His day had come, and so He went and prayed.
The woes of all mankind upon him weighed.
His brethren slept; He knew what would befall.
His enemies conspired and did not stall.
A midnight kiss, and He would stand betrayed.
First seized, reviled, then stripped and flayed;
A scarlet robe on broken flesh then laid,
He bore the brutal cross and drank the gall.
His day had come.
A final breath. . . . the sacrifice was made.
The land then quaked. God’s sorrow was displayed.
The Son in linen. . . . on the earth a pall.
But in the sepulcher, His final call –
To conquer death! Man need not be afraid.
His day had come!
Submitted 3/12/23
for the Easter Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh