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* TREACHERY WARNING *
Why do some use their quill as a poisoned dart?
To think you can destrooy this poet's heart?
Gangs roam here, best not get in their way!
Will do all in their power,to humiliate and
make you pay.
And what of you, good souls, nothing like them?
You will not back a good poet in open post,you let
them bleed then?
This place, is a mirror of the musical,
" West Side Story,"
Where getting laughs to crude poetry and arrogance
And to murder, another poet is their only glory?
Their crude M.O is a knife in your poetic
back.
Because you called their number, and their cry goes
out, " Attack, attack."
PS reflects the bloody history of all humanity.
Blaming only the past for cruel history?
All the beautiful and kind poetry here?
Cannot erase the treachery,the method of shaming,
which, be aware, is their gear.
Time to do screenshots, of replies that show they are
here not to write poetry.
But to shame and defame you, win prizes and to fool
others, such apparent treachery!
How sad I am to share my heartbreaking story,
But be very aware, not as was I, with a heart
now so crimson-goried!
8/18/2021
Noon
By now my perception,
so naive and derisive
going beyond intention,
should have changed;
blemishes spoil this appearance,
they are worse than any word said
to hurt and humiliate with vengeance:
sling no stones, no threats to shield!
I got through many hurdles,
they posed hard challenges...
and struggling with life I can say,
" I'm prouder than anybody. "
What held me back was constant fear:
how painful was to see all disappear!
I looked up and saw the grayest clouds,
soon it would be raining for eternal, dreary hours;
much sadness they brought with their darkness:
I couldn't find shelter into anybody's arms!
Struggling with life is wrestling with God,
it's the hardest fight ever fought;
nobody wins and we surely resent defeat:
we blame fate and cry out loud...
not appreciating what we have freely received,
and shunning what's good, we embrace deceit!
I like to be the hero in my dreams,
a seafaring captain steering my ship
to a new conquest with a beautiful woman
in every port. I like my dreams dancing
with movement and adventure.
I like to be the victor over opposing
forces, the savior of the weak,
I want to loot the riches of evil.
Damn it all, for being unable to control
the beast of sleep that pirates my
dreams away from its heroic feats
and the saving of beautiful women.
Why do the demons of dreams devour my flesh?
Those monsters gorging themselves
on my good dreams, leaving me spent,
suffocating in a hot river of sweat,
dimming my lucidity and making me see
my dreams from a prison of terror,
leaving my mind in a smoky glob,
thus making me a prisoner of madness.
They run me through fields of rotting flesh
and gleaming bones, naked corpses
with staring eyes, hands that strangle,
knives that disembowel and blood that
pours out. They humiliate me and beat me!
They make me a slave and become my master
I end up sucking my thumb before they lead me
away and feed me to sharks.
why do they plunder my good dreams
when I turn out the lights.
To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
what I deserve can't be forgotten easily;
deny me everything until I ache,
until I come to realize my mistake...
and being honest, I'll swear
that everything you do is fair!
I can be sorry for the hard done,
and apologizing won't mean much;
you can resent all the hurtful words
I shouted in anger crossing the line:
I don't ask for sympathy, but making up
would be a relief from the guilty feelings!
To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
each and every blame I must take...
remembering when I lay awake
and thought of her instead of you:
all my fake emotions I can't undo!
Whatever came over me?
More springs will come with new dreams,
but many wishes I cast on falling stars;
be in those dreams and breathe with me;
I don't deserve to be forgiven twice...
if only tears could wash away those cheats:
I would be free of this guilt that torments me!
To punish and humiliate me is cruelty,
I ask for some compassion, not pity;
I destroyed the trust you had in me:
your bitterness and anger can destroy me!
I took the force of it again today
A curled formed fist from powerful limb
Planted on cheek in full fledged force
Rendered with frustrated frenzy
And me the punch bag
I took the torrent of ugly words today
Aimed just for me like poisonous arrows
That infiltrate and destroy the soul
And humiliate my tortured mind
I took it all without a word
I took the weight of unwanted lust today
Upon my meagre violated body
Forced against will to serve base needs
Instilling hurt and sanguine pain
Contaminated and used
I bore the agony of excised pain today
That went beyond the barrier of suffering
Of no desire and mutilation
Taken without assent and free will
Now void of feeling and of worth
I had to marry an old fat man today
And take glib vows at tender age
Lost now the age of child-like innocence
No time to play, no time to feel free
Just subjected and servile
I carry the marks of abuse today
Of contusion and mental confusion
Of pain, depression and low self esteem
Of humiliating indignity
And permanent scar
Hold your tongue don't speak in haste.
Your words could hurt or humiliate.
Offer help and give them hope
don't take them down but lift them up.
You don't know about their inner lives
the big black dog could be close by
to take there hope and self esteem.
Please remember don't be mean.
The big black dog he does note care
and he can strike anywhere
the rich the poor tall or short
he really does not care, beware.
I didn't write this for a competition as such but on depression
and thought it got the message across and its something I feel
needs highlighting so entered in one of the any poem comps contest number 223
comp entry 19/11
She is deliciously unhappy.
Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges.
Yea, that's it exactly! Heartbreak is a big, immature bully who loves to humiliate and hurt.
She's reveling in it. Dipping it into a pile of ketchup and eating that up! Adding bubble bath and drowning in it.
Oh the beautiful ache! She has sent invitations for her best friends to come over... Come! You're officially invited to my pity party! We will eat tubs of cookie dough ice cream straight from the carton, listen to sad love lost songs, and then watch romantic love stories with a box of tissues in one hand and a bag of popcorn in the other.
Food seems to go so well with a broken heart. Creating a void like the cracks in asphalt that feel so empty, needing to be filled with something, anything. And those patched places on a highway just look so ugly.
What fills the void best? Food we associate with comfort and stand in for care…even love. Casseroles with lots of melty cheese and carbohydrates. Desserts that always taste better straight from the source, rather than a plate or bowl. Sprinkle with salty tears and whahla! Kiss your fingertips good!
Sticky ice cream melts
Sleeping hands hold his photo
“OH,Darlin’”* repeats
*“OH, Darlin’”, by The Beatles
Means you fall on your bed like a pile of fresh snow,
There's nothing to do and nowhere to go.
It's a quiet as a church, when all heads are bowed.
And no so-called friend will humiliate you or make you
Feel cowed.
This is the best time to recall those dearest to you.
They won't be here forever, so hopefully you called a few.
You always thank God who gave you another day.
Unless you don't believe, He's just in your way.
This is the time for pleasant thoughts please?
Or you may find yourself in an insomniatic freeze.
Your freshly renewed pillow!
Ah, now that's the best for it cradles your head like
soft furs of a willow!
5/23/2019
11:33pm PST
TO STAY or TO RUN
The woman lay bloodied on the floor,
Her false friend about to give her one
more.
Should she remain or get up and run?
She contemplated, as the morning sun
doth through rooster curtains peek.
Ah, foolish woman, did not understand,
He was lining up others, to make of her
nothing but pulp!
A very merry band who relished ruining
others.
Of course, this story is pure fancy in
the real world.
But we find cruel soul criminals like this
online.
Out to humiliate anyone who rises.
To belittle, besmirch, ignore, threaten
or to cyber-bully.
And he or she hooks them into his small
and pitiful online hate nation.
The woman she is well; she rises
with great dignity.
Knowing the wave of hatred against
her is in high gear,
Works courageously, typing poetry,
at times, on her keyboard is a tear.
Only the cackling of her destructors,
rings in her ears.
She is limping badly, so painful to see.
But this woman has overcome much
unseen adversity.
She came here not to win prizes but
To share her heart by poetry!
That, woman, I must confess, is me.
Panagiota Romios
3/22/2018
No two ideas seem alike
Always paradoxical as North and South pole
Though they are of one individual,
You find a world of difference between them.
Time brings changes in our perceptions.
Some struggle with cognitive dissonance
Of ‘to be or not to be’ for deciding something
Some deliberately play the role of devil’s advocate
Some dogmatic ...
With their anomalous sense of invincibility
They pave a road to downfall and exile
The extreme arrogance and superiority
Culminate in their ruin and many human beings.
They ignore the reason and validity as they never cross check.
Getting two different opinions is not a mistake
Actually, we can use them as testing tools.
No doubt, self-esteem is to be honoured
But let us not allow our hearts burn and humiliate
Let’s avoid foolish opinions as Russell remarked.
Remember, human life is very little in this vast cosmos
Differences demand high price.
Why?
Ego... burns everything unless it is burnt.