Long Sicken Poems
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Abuse casts long shadows...
Twilight's purple fingers reaching
through the fog of restless, rowdy dreams.
I thrash and lash, sheets wet with sweat,
and shudder apart at the seams.
Shadowy tentacles of my father's abuse
reach deeply inside; his castigation
an ineradicable stain, that monoxide flame
of gaslighting aimed to shame.
Shadow banned within the home.
Three months pregnant, and shadowy, spectral words
rise up, billowing, like choking smoke
from my own mother's throat:
You'll be no good, you'll never cope.
Shadow darts through the heart.
Hemlock shadows locked within.
Sable-shaded fingerprints on flesh;
violent violet stormclouding my skin.
I sicken as sun coils delicately round daylight,
fade in the tainted shade of rape.
Night-tinted footprints follow me
through soiled streets of shame.
Will I ever outrun these shadows?
Can I escape my own shadow?
Will I ever rest in the velvet violet caress
of my inner evening's soft-petalled shadow?
Some get over a bad childhood,
they rise to the top of a hill
to set fire to the bloody rags of a choiceless youth.
The beacon flares, below a forest
of wide-eyed animals
watch as the sacrifice, now a smoldering fawn,
blunders among them, its throat cut and bleeding.
Others drag around a blind doll,
day by day the macabre manikin grows larger,
its face a picture of apathy,
for apathy is the ghostly dress of
all long dead ballerinas.
That hand-stitched doll
gets too heavy to bear, and so daily,
they must give it away to beggars and saints,
The doll is insane, its pain is a robber's key
that returns to unlock any cardboard castle,
or iron fortress.
When the wild dogs come
to scavenge among the bones of a childhood,
throw them something raw and still wriggling,
let them slaver and chew it over,
until they sicken,
then chop off their gray heads,
one by one.
Têtes
Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine
HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine
Do you ever feel
That you were better off alone?
Like, just entirely seal
Everyone away and you live alone?
'Cause in a group you call your own
If you begin to feel alone
And all the calls through the phone,
Fake smiles and words, to hate, You've grown,
They begin to sicken you to your bone.
Family, relatives, friends,
Are they all worthwhile?
Or just phasic trends
We have for a while?
They love to guide and lead
And give you words of advice to heed
All in pretext of a 'good deed'
But term your wishes as mere greed
And consider you like a filthy weed.
Because you are but a stain
To their perfect reputation,
Drowning you in misery and pain
Not seeing your trepidation.
And so, from a gem that once shone,
You realise now you're undeserving and torn,
And all the sins you had ever borne,
Haunt you and make you forlorn,
While you remain in the darkness, alone.
With present great, O’ gracious hate
O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d
Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips
O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst
Thy chanc’d on seated heart
Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips
Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought
With’n ernst wouldst prove best
O’er hung upon the dislocate
O’er hung ‘mongst the rest
O’ implor’d thine harvest
With thine of wicked hand
Thus thou shalt do, howst thou shalt plunge’n.
Murth’ing sex hold at thou’st darkling sight
Dost seem plung’d thou’n thy thick night
Night form foretold milk’d thine breast
Thou shalt b’sworn, bitter’n crest.
In swinish sleep, O’ grace of gurnish hell
Trammel’n surcease, deceit upon brow
Unknowest known, tak’n eye upon foe
How’st for, thou played’st most foully for
Give solely sovereign sway, sworn o'er swell’n,
Poison’d chalice, O’ in wanton fullness
Fall’n O’ fallace upon th’other
In punitive hail, O’ fall,O’ fail
How’st dare’st do’n all, O’
Doth crown’d th’thorn t’prick th’law
Thus thou shalt do’n, Thus thou’st forlorn,
Esteem’st th’privy procreant cradle
F’rapt fools of foolish valour
Succumb f’certain tongue’d desire, thou
Shalt reign ‘pon th’heavenly galore
For th’Christened babe
Wept ‘pon the cherubim whore:
“Great Glamis! Thou art shalt be, slain th’head ‘pon the Heaven’s decree!”
Hast form’d a kiss’n heaven,
Doth thou callst th’pure
Why hath th’crown crowd me by livid, in my stir
Ever hath thee crown’d withal
Hath borne a light,
So to withdrawal.
(Chain Poetry)
I hate to see what's taking place all over this planet here
Here in this world are happening just too many bad things
Things that make me truly concerned and very worried
Worried and very sick to my stomach all the time
Time and time again I hear all these horrible and very sad stories
Stories so bad they sicken my heart and soul and truly make me shiver
Shiver with fear and concern for the safety of all the children
Children are in extreme danger all the time, anywhere and every day
Day in and night out we all need to protect the life of our precious children
Children all over the world need lots of love, attention and hugs plus understanding
Understanding, shower them with all your loving care and protection
Protection we should provide them and give them no matter what
What we have to do for them to receive it as we bring them up and they grow up
Up too soon we see them go, tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock never stops for you or me
Me and you should never stop saying "I love you" or not showing for our children our love
Love for God, love for family and friends, love for people and love for all of the children
Children need us to teach them and guide them all about God's awesome love!
Love through God is so beautiful, true and awesome and will turn them into better adults
Adults they will be one day and more matured if we just raise them with morals and right
Right from wrong we have to and need to teach them all the time and everyday you see
See now and make sure that they never get hurt or abused in any way by anyone!
Anyone could hurt them,so be careful,be good to them,protect them and love them all!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August 2,2009
Unbelievable, unseen;fall of a nation
Stocks rise and sink,no soul dare to work
We blame countries for our thirst of the dollar
As recession baffles the minds
A world of covid~19, the strands linger
The people scare to breath
Governments fall, corruption all way to society choice
Where be US as a nation except what we allow
Hatred, building even stronger than years past
A constitution just as well to treason your act
Future, what say ye'who is without Christ
That walls tumble, sickness spread among the land you travel
Even of yourselves I am sicken
A world of devastation and destruction
Future? I think not we kill ourselves
Even in heart as the blood spills
World falling off a board,on edge of living
Existence merely to extinction
We, being who they say we are
Not of ourselves we live the steps we take
But of their choice they say it is ok
Slave today to mankind himself
Watching the world fall off a board
All our dreams and build merely dust
We crumble, from the board we fall
A new society we FAIL to exist
"Idling"
Cool cold froth
slides across their pages
they whirl their congratulatory comments
like pucks across ice crystal cut sharp and precise
waiting for return compliments
basting their words with oily accomplishment
slick and to strict recipe
baking like fat turkeys
with temperatures
mild and appetites easily
assuaged
How does a person come to this?
They think of words and throw them
to the wolves like sticks
for return
Wolves will take their words
strip all bones ragged of stories
bury them
and then silently,
without a backward glance
never return
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Their pooled emotions wouldn’t fill a teaspoon.”
“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.”
“That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone:
Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.”
Dot Parker
"What Fresh Hell is This?"
"xanny"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/OYyyce8K_c0
"Purgatory is a Poem"/ LadyLabyrinth
How do I love you and hate you?
How do I want to run away from you and fall into your arms?
How is it that memories sicken me, and hurt me, and make me feel such joy and love?
Why is it that I never want to feel your touch again but stay awake at night longing for it?
I never want to see or talk to you again.
Each second without you is a stabbing pain of longing.
How were you so kind yet so cruel?
So understanding yet so clueless.
Why are you my worst moments and my best?
Why were you my first everything?
Why did none of my firsts count?
How can I feel so sure yet so conflicted?
Why do I feel like you were the one to leave?
What right do I have to be heartbroken?
What right do you have to be the victim?
Why are you so hard to forget yet so easy to leave behind?
How can I do the right thing yet still feel guilty?
What were these months and these moments?
How could I leave them behind?
How could I do this to someone I love?
How could you?
When was enough enough?
Was it enough or was I weak?
How can the word abuser mean the same as highschool sweetheart?
How do I call something abuse if it is only hypothetical?
Why is everything so grey and convoluted?
How can I not know or not be sure?
Who were you all this time? Who was I?
Who are we now?
Where are you now?
It feels like you died.
An ambitious druid set out to recover an omnipotent ancient fluid
She was a kind witch with a wee twitch about to discover a glitch
Laboured with great force to go back to the Source and in due course
She tabled a motion to produce a lotion or potion for better emotion
Applied for a grant to enchant with the Council of Fairy Queen Dreams
Because she was sicken and poverty stricken and needed support to comfort
Required assistance to overcome resistance to cast a spell and quell the cartel
Of warring factions that had gained traction shouting war score and gore
‘Let me make some agent at the sorcerers’ pageant and tame insane pain
That derives from seeds of greed and loony fixation on vicious vexation’
She ground fresh chamomile with a smile for healing dope in good hope
Crushed tea tree leaves and stinging nettle petals for release of peace
As foundation for libation she added more tricks to the mix and stirred fur
And holly berries infused and enthused cherries and compassion with passion
To fuel the tasty gruel she injected thyme and some lime and peat for a treat
Boiled the kettle full mettle with wood from the beach and threw in a peach
She sat on a willow pillow and offered for free her meal for people to heal
No taker they thought she’ a faker so for their concern she added some fern
And to convince she put a handful of quince and cold marigold into the fold
Yet when she accepted that people were too infected and simply objected
To spreading good will with delicious food skill she exclaimed 'what a shame’
Feasted on spruce juice and a tooth and went into space to start a new race
Starting from zero she became a hero and hailed a rage with heavenly sage
They built her a shrine with galaxy wine and accepted what earthlings rejected
The moral of the tale is when all else fails you find an innovative place to grind
Change perspective and position and decide to complete your fine mission
Where you can feed other’s need without angry fear of what is so dear
16th October 2019