Long Screams Poems
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Tyranny wears no single face—
it dances in silk and iron,
in laughter rippling through marble halls,
in jeweled cups brimming with poison.
Here stand five shadows cloaked in power:
the Jade Empress who penned her conquests in ink of blood;
the Blood Countess who bathed in youth’s final heartbeat;
the Poison Queen whose roses wilted on royal lips;
the Thorned Mother sculpting her son into a golden idol of death;
the Icon-Breaker who crushed faith beneath her boot.
They moved like vultures through court and corridor,
each step a measured echo of shattered lives.
Their eyes—cold maps of ambition—
charted the fall of poets, princes, innocents.
Their hands—delicate arbiters of suffering—
wrote edicts that carved screams into walls.
Remember: cruelty is not a garment stitched by men alone.
It blooms wherever power dreams of itself
and drinks deep from the wells of mercy’s undoing.
The Government's behaviour firstly no longer defends our church
this mockery in itself shows a deep lack of good sense
or the simple sourced judgement to cast defiance
within this ruling class displayed
Openly liars vulgar hounds with misunderstandings of truthful agendas
as silver lining shines within their beady eyes split tongues brag
poisoned two left feet heading backwards chaos screams from injustice
Milking a treasury for all it's worth then rising the pension age
blindsided are the fools whom are unable to see past the sheriff of Nottingham
Bailing out banks without consent and giving the bankers bonuses
this our rainy day fund feathering someone's nest
We pay through the nose breathing in this capital suffering
creating slaves illegally burdened citizens are chained
dipping into pension funds the existence for this illegal action
hands out always taking never giving
Such corruption goes beyond unchallenged by lawmakers
beggars of the very purse strings
15 million flushed down the toilet for paper postal codes
billions worth of fish harvested out of our Irish sea
Gas and natural resources given away freely
our sovereignty has been removed bit by bit stolen innocence
under false ideas stealing our children's future legacy
leaders without backbones snakes pushing agendas
For free, taxpayer-funded abortions put on the table
in this bill signed with bloodshed to legalise
the killing of unborn babies in Ireland of all places
never thought I would live to see the day
Millions spent on a referendum called choice
incorrectly claiming murder as just
to be an important part of healthcare
our family focus has lost all sense of direction
Challenging the very structure in mum and dad
to begin with motherhood is the single strongest character
filled with loving compassion such are the rights removed basically damned
Every single word into the temple of our origin
death of democracy spilling the most innocent of blood
sacrificed for the sake of pride our nation has fallen
No longer united Irishmen and women a land divided
it is from these spoils of war that's killing our children's legacy
Balanced through life's cup
our climate changes as war grips many poor souls
Caught victims in a maze poisoned by this pollution
Trillions dropped in bombs of grave suffering and devastation
the silent screams for justice that's never heard
Media no longer covers true facts bare to the bone
Holocaust where arms are supplied by powers at large
testimony witnesses living skeletons displayed
That would break your heart seeing such unbearable agony
Driven from their home lands by greedy tyrants
the greatest polluters of this world
Warmongers destroying cities and valuable relics
Amounts to the army of darkness never once showing
the olive branch of peace destroying seems to be all they live by
a sad story that is told over and over again
No matter how hard I try
No matter how much I suffer
No matter how many prays I pray
No matter how many nights I spend
No matter all this
My prays never get answered
My suffering gives me nothing but more suffer
My nights gave me nothing but tiredness
My hardship equals no results
I get jealous of people
Who’s prayers get answered
Who taste no suffers
Who spend no nights?
Whose hardship gave more results?
I got tired of this life
Cruelty, pain, tears, screams, loveless
I pray and pray
My patience left me
Time didn’t change a thing
Magic remained magic
Hate flowed through his veins
Pain and agony never left her
Truth and purity rested in her
But still I remain the victim
The victim of the spells
The words that will never be true
‘’Why’’ a word I shall not say
My hopes and dreams, ambitions
Got destroyed
For a reason I do not know
Happiness, love, right
Got erased in front of my tears filled eyes
Nothing I could do would change the facts
Could change the lives
Could return the love
Cruse the person
That caused all this…
Rumors spread like a flood seeping through the streets
That an adult black panther, kept as a pet, had escaped,
And was now prowling around the back alleys in town, according to the tweets.
Big cat far too black to see in the dark, lights and shadow play the beast undraped
To show slinking sly shadows of a panther silently prowling for kills and meats.
Kids and wags made things worse by feigning panther roars.
Soon all sorts of sounds prompted fear and flight,
Cats sounds, dog howls, owls, yells and screams all caused uproars.
The rumor mill was rampant, the streets declared unsafe at night
People were forced to stay at home after dark, and hide away indoors.
People started reporting that their cats and dogs had disappeared.
Bones and dropping scattered about, surely signs of panther.
Police patrols were joined by hunters who volunteered
To rid the town of this menace, as jokes and laughs grew to anger
The torrent of false sightings triggered near-miss shots as sheer panic in the streets leered.
The town Mayor became desperate as the situation got worse.
Sightings grew, shots rang out, every shadow had a panther in its tail,
But clearly there was no panther, no sightings, no true signs to ever confirm the curse.
Secretly the Mayor began a search for a panther skin to fake a shooting and so curtail
This urban legend myth with a fake dead panther, fake news, and a fat reward in purse.
A panther skin was found, a trophy hung with lion and tiger in local hunter's room.
The skin was stuffed, dabbed with blood, and snuck into dark alley in secret.
Two blank shots were fired and photos taken as crowd gathered in the gloom.
Reporters primed to fake the news: "Panther found, killed and taken away in casket"
It was all done and dusted, urban legend lingered on, but fear was gone, a lie lying in tomb.
'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK! So I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin and tonic.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared sending shivers down his spine!
Even his hound, Lord Percival, was so upset that he began to whine!
'Twas well-known thereabouts that phantoms haunted the earl's castle,
And on such frightful nights they were bound to cause spooky hassle!
Nefarious deeds had occurred within Penceford Castle walls in the past,
And were replayed in 'spirited' form leaving generations of earls aghast!
A shriek from the bowels of the castle sent the dog into howling fits,
And brought the earl bounding to his feet, scaring him out of his wits!
The blood-curdling screams were from a former Earl of Pence who in 1642,
Was hung by this thumbs in the dungeon for a fair maiden that he slew!
Suddenly, the ancient organ in the hall began playing eerie chords.
Heard on the floor above was rowdy dancing by ladies, knights and lords!
Ghastly emanations from the past paraded through the terrified earl's room,
Antecedents all, leering and grinning predicting the anxious earl's doom!
Lord Percival sensing trouble long before for the door had bolted!
The storm subsided and the apparitions faded leaving the earl quite jolted!
The earl felt a bony hand upon his shoulder that took away his final breath.
'Twas his valet who offered a gin and tonic to the earl who now lay in death!
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "One Night in A Haunted Manor" Contest
(8 January 2019)
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
Winter, get out of my way its time for you to go astray,
Let spring come and give the showers for which we pray
make flowers bloom and turn roses head high in the air,
keep the icicles under our feet until the cold disappear.
Winter go away, you may leave the trees naked and bare
Spring will have turned livid and clear away the icy stare,
So, don’t be sad, but wipe away your crystalline tears,
A new bossing rain is falling on the grass and the flowers.
Winter has a few more days in the place to linger on
As its shadows quietly disappear with the coming of dawn,
Sunrise draws near replacing darkness with a beautiful light,
Floating like a cloud towards an untangled silhouette.
Summer is where I want to go to laugh and embrace sunshine,
Leave the shadows behind and renew the spirit in my mind,
feel the sunrise ray of lights appearing in its familiars,
Keeping the promises and believe we have grasp among fears.
A roaring fire, deaths desire piercing our blinked soul
Propaganda flames of torment engulfing the matric world.
There is no escape from its illustrious and demise fate,
Media blustery screams in our ears all the tragedies we hate.
The Ashes of fear controlling life with a slow burn,
Sunrise waiting, fast as the wind blows, a new season turn,
Leave the scorn, struggles, and harm, enjoy the present charm
and feel the sunrise warmth where death had dawn.
Another day, no food
Another night, no sleep
Cords, tubes, needles and beeps
The negligent hospital controls,
The outcome of health
The outcome of life or death
Suddenly, my life feels no longer my own
Doctor's lectures, doctor's decisions
Wanting answers, stories changing
The mind screams to be heard
Who do you think you are?
Runs through the mind
Over and over and over again
Trapped without a choice
Alone with vital signs dropping
What if I don't make it?
What if this is it? And Here!
While stuck looking at dropped ceilings
Gray walls, with a round clock ticking
The minutes and hours away
Still no help, pleas for help go unanswered
Pain rages on, as time ticks away
---Another Day---
Heidi Sands
2/17/18
Purple laced with hint of black, bound together with golden sash,
placed upon this wooden box, sealed shut with silver locks,
upon the shoulders the coffin carried, placed inside the horse drawn carriage,
procession leads me through the streets, to place my casket six foot deep,
as the sound of earth pounds on the lid, I awaken, trapped within,
frantic screams and scratch of nails, my call for rescue seems to fail,
fear and horror at this my fate, as oxygen makes its quick escape,
logic tells me I will die, the world oblivious to my desperate cries
still I struggle to survive, but it's no use, I 'm buried alive
Damn them all, they will pay, I leave a curse on them this day..,
"once darkness takes my light from me, my spirit angered shall break free
I will come to each in turn at night, blood stained and twisted from this burial fright,
I will place my cold clawed hands upon your face, escort your soul to a burial state,
you will fight to stay alive, for every breath that I deny,
Death shall come and set you free as I take you six foot deep with me"
As my eyes begin to close, the color of death begins to show,
my lips are blue my skin so pale, on the sea of death my soul sets sail
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, my vengeance will be fair and just.
Rest in peace, no not for me, the blessing of the RIP
I have much I need to do, and now I'm coming after you.