Long Maltreatment Poems

Good boy gone bad enters the stage with a spotlight overhead, despite being misunderstood in my ghetto neighborhood

The lonely applause celebrates in my cracked, corrupted, and crazed cranium
I exaggerate too much and so too much,...

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Hello? Are you there today?
Have I scared you away?
Spent my whole teenage life, 
Preparing for this day of strife 
To say my goodbye's
To your love-me-not lies
Oh well, oh well
I'm not saying farewell
Where do you dwell?
In...

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I will make a collage of my college days
Just like I did with my High School days...at least in my mind every May as long as the memories stay with me...I know they won't stray...

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Forever wondering when I won’t be left behind and upset
Pondering if you’ll ever save me from burying me alive
Wandering in the woods of my spiralling mindset of regret
Squandering my time time after time and I...

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How did my Nanny know of the horrors that went on in our home?  Was it the palpable fear in my eyes, or her heavenly instinct?  Today, I believe she had a divine...

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(A reply to “The phenomenal woman” by Abul Mayen, “Hope John”)

This breezy morning
I have caught the right worm
Basking on a rock like a lizard
She twirled her waist in her briskly walk
A mile ahead of mature...

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This poem is about how I feel the world has betrayed at most every turn.

I received my awakening,
About the age of three,
Too young for understanding,
Of why it was me.
A house full of roaches,
A room shared...

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Quiet Soul

1963
Her skin is that of alabaster. Wide circles of red rouge pronounced her thin lips and each cheek.
She is soulfully unique.
Her hair of dried stalk was approving to her eyes of vacuous emeralds.
She traveled...

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(autobiographical)


I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.

From aunt to aunt I learned to live
Out of the anger of...

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I never thought the end is soon to come
I have scars in my mind's eye that leave me numb
Stop playing mind games with me because I'm not fooled easily
Your fake lies and romance lullabies -...

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When you make your leave,
Pull up your rainbow sleeve 
Red leaves
Green sleeves
I really wanna touch it
My Heart Grieves in This Perilous Pit 
Cuz you're on my mind
You're on my mind
On my mind
My mind's eye 
A...

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Violence against women
Experienced discrimination
Maltreatment weakened them
Witnessed inequality in rights and freedom
Once surpassed made them superwomen!

Let’s end women’s sacrifice and strife
Let all women from all walks of life 
March forward as the world celebrates women’s month
Let...

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Heroes,  
To some people a killer can be called Hero
To other people a defender of their rights is called Hero. 
There are many untold true histories as 
some people wanted to be celebrated. 
Leopard...

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The Carnivore Within...

Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns

hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor...

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Unwritten absence, 
Does silence speak? 
Does silence fix problems? 
A person who wants to conceive a good thought 
He " she" can find a quiet place for meditation.
When it comes to ill-treated people ...
speaking out...

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For The Love Of Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless

The shadows beneath the stairs is what I believed to be my hell. 
There I was, countless nights, too injured to show my
true face. If only I had...

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Changing the world just seems so much bigger than me,
it seems larger than just a thought or decision I could make,
but I know deep down there is a strong vision I really see,
taking a stand...

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...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... 

Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette

Your love blemishes me with bite marks

You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped...

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fearless
rather brazen
occassionally broken
zealous
empath vibes…
nostalgic at night

imaginative, isolative, unpredictable
neglected in the cold for life

peace, come…come shine…
laced in loneliness, left behind
acknowledging the feeling of all alone
crimson remorse bleeds on these foresty, snowy grounds
engulfed in enduring this trial…surrounded...

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(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as...

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Within you and me lies a most powerful tonic                          ...

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I was in the company of my
 siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
 sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
 determined to grind their oxen

They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
 cuts.
My limbs first,...

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 your output 
                 to the universe 
           ...

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How do you expect her, not to get wet 
While standing in rain 
How do you expect her, not to burn 
When walking in flame 
How do you expect her , not to feel pain...

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 "Be happy in the moment, that's enough. 
                Each moment is all we need."
     ...

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