Long Screaming Poems

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Theadora And Mark

It's not a tale told by a bard,
Theadora was a gift from God:
that light gliding over vawes
at sunrise, as it showed
all its splendor on mornings
of melodic sound.

Theadora loved Mark...
that was her ingrown spark, 
never ignored or put aside;
they enjoyed being one.
Was there a jealous threat
that could separate them
and wound their pride?
Was their hope gone?

The beautiful memory
of Theadora and Mark
lived on in poetry,
never forgotten
by lovers who remembered
it quite often;
somebody saw the tragedy,
how they drowned screaming
in a troubled sea colder than ice.
He didn't help at once,
all he felt was revenge increasing.
Their pain was sharper
than a shrieking lark
that lost his life
in that terrible hurricane.
Form: Ballad


Ribbons Iii

In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues 
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my intellect's ravaged ruined labyrinth.
Tangling in the rivers 
of my specter ridden waste.
Ribbons pulling tight
The passion' of complex structure.
The cutting of the flesh in life.
The ribbons of rain
Dulled and stained
Running out of light
Traffic passing left and right
My hands of ragged bone
Grips the steering wheel…
The pain running in blinding ribbons 
of red down obscure stone.
Tangling the seas of dreams
My escape into the Void's boundary's
I am wading in the rains of the insane.
Ribbons sway in the halls of the idle wind
I see the mark of Cain.
An idol raped in ragged ribbons
Ribbons of red
Ribbons of dread
Ribbons tangled in the hands of ravaged bone
Flesh and marrow
Rage riddled redden nails
Claw along idol halls
The skin goes pail
Horn’s blair…
Crumbling stone
Some where it runs
What have they done?
Ribbons wrap
Ribbons rain
Ribbons of the insane…
I jerk my head awake 
As ribbons of light blind 
Screaming tires flash of taillights
Crash of metal, 
car horn blares, 
fall sparkling window glass.
The beep of a machine a ribbon of life…

Premium Member As Pure As Imagination Is : Apropos Grooving To the Word

as pure as imagination is
(apropos grooving to the word)

imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending 
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears

flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy

how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving grooves
with unseen notes
screaming
night and day melodies
exploding 
like cannonballs
sliding out and up
bursting
a staccato rife
pounding



drifting away
to return
when words wish
to play again
an up tempo write
as pure
as imagination
is—boo du 
de boo de boo

The Laughter of Madness

LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens
          without their Crowned King, only 
          now and when my foot-falls scream
          through a suffering mostly unknown:
    there's no words to express sorry
    and love so the Angels shut their Eyes
    saving all between the balustrades
    and lost hopes of the Grace of God,
    Breathe!  Don't say sorry for what
    you feel and through it all I Drink
    for all all the good times and all
    the monsters who chose the river
    of dead seashells so shut your eyes
    and breathe -- breathe for freedom
and expression to all our horde
of lovers, artists, and poets
So  you will receive  So you say
Just shine sun upon those who are 
never heard, and love the despised
screaming souls of, "We are One.  &
nothing more!"

:: 12-05-2016 ::

Premium Member Hell

from hell 
pain hammers
pounding in the head
casting dark shadows
steel cold deep

dressed in black
to the crossroads
walking in the dark valley
eyes lead heavy
waterfalls 
aches in the soul

in a forsaken place
secluded reserved
in pain 
piercing pounds
for aching guests
in no man's land
a zombie
between the living
and dead

in silent 
screaming words
a desert
of barren emptiness 
echoes comes alive
loathing

craving the soul 
is imprisonment
taking a walk 
through the mind
pulling back
 the cobwebs

without escape
confused bends 
in shapes
now the thunder roars
distorted visions
twisted feelings
emotions swells

cursed in the deep
the spirit
lightning strikes
power within 
the brain
in dark pain
i yield unto 
the light

the soul speaks
with voices 
of the spirits
thundering 
in the mountains
as god sent 
my guardian

recovers the heart
tainted with love
stronger in fighting
silken feelings 
i now stand 
at the crossroads

a gladiator
of light
i survived 
a battle 
in hell


Parental Love

Sometimes being dad is tough
And parenting can be mighty rough

When I have to say no and they think it’s not fair
They stomp away screaming that I don’t care

It wrenches my heart that I have to conflict
It hurts so bad that it makes me sick

But if I don’t intervene
And fight my way through their screams

The choices they make may condemn us all
Them, for what they do and I for letting them fall

I love them dearly I know this is true
Because of the pain that we all go through

If I did not love them and it were all a lie
I would not hold them when they cry

I would not care about their accomplishments
I wouldn’t cherish all the time we’ve spent

But I do love them and I do care
I would fight for them, anything, anyone, anywhere

And through my love I understand 
That they're growing and they need my hand

Sometimes friendly soft and gentle
Sometimes steady and firm and parental


Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Form: Rhyme

Boys of Normandy

Lest We Forget 
I can hear him now , calling me , lost in the dark , in the deep seas of Normandy, I can hear him now , god why have you forsaken me are the cries on the waves from the seas of Normandy .
I hear the lighthouse bell ringing out , all our families their souls screaming in hell and the fires of friends shout burnt on the breeze and the blood stained sands map a path of the deceased ...
Lest We Forget
The sacrifices made by our boys so that you and I may have a voice “ Mum , Dad,  and don’t forget our Molly , tell her ‘ We are in this together ‘ and I hope our love brings you peace joy and happiness forever and ever , tell our Molly “ when the red robin nests in the fruit tree all the tweets you hear are from the Boys of Normandy ..v

Yours sincerely 

CND

Blue ticked

#Blue_ticked
Feel like I have been locked out from heavens gates, the screaming so internally bloating, my veins turns green, could I be internally bleeding?

I said; I'm fine not immune to pain, please come closer, look clearly, the ruins you have created, my emotions in bruises, maybe I'm susceptible to pain, blame me not for being human

Remove the red tapes, allow me to be, to say and to show. Stop expecting, I'm me not they, don't blue tick me, confront me, force me to break, my body has reached its brim of pretending, of manning up, of being strong, please don't just blue tick, 

It's my grave you digging, I'm not ready to die, as of yet, not like the rest, I'm not the rest but me, 

Open your heart, listen up, come a little closer, look my direction, I'm here not going anywhere, not going to be silenced, hear the ticking emotional bomb beeping inside me, I'm about to detonate any minute, 

please stop blue ticking, just stop forcing to add me to statistics, I'm me not they, I'm I not the rest

Just stop blue ticking me
#Poetic_Ink

Roken

My heart's screaming itself free from this cage
A druming that's crumbling, it beats a mistake
It needs to escape or relate to its equal
Its been through a maze of hatred for people
Crossing nature with evil and feeling confused
Its shameless, see through, beaten and bruised
Total strangers it speaks to, indecent abuse
And of she who changed from a queen to a noose
So the dream we produce based on experience
Is constantly evolved and relates to the period
Stays chained to the neariest one it dared to hug
Just long enough to become another careless love
And in dispair its thrust; in worlds unfair, unjust
So much broken bonds the tounge's scared to trust
And aware of such complexities, the debts increased 
A heart outnumbered by punctures and left to bleed
This stress preceeds everything that gets released 
So I accept the rest, and try not to let it get to me ..
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Last Goodbye

He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days

Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me

She would enjoy this one
The very last one

Bought you flowers
You know I love you

Do you

What the hell does that mean
What the hell

The drug would temporarily paralyse him
Enough time for her needs
He punched with his right fist
She cut off his arm
The odd kick with his right
She cut off his leg
He came round screaming
How you doing babe
You in pain
Don’t worry, it’ll pass

Ambulance, get me an ambulance

Say the word

Please, please

No, not that word
The other word, I love you, that one

I love you, ambulance, please, please

Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me
Just going to take the tourniquets off
I’ll put them up here
If you get them, be quick
Remember to release them every fifteen minutes
Oh, one more thing
Love you babe.
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