Long Terrors Poems
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From the first filling nascent puff
love’s breath buoyed a ring, filial…
Onward floating where the hearts go
and hands cling during a stormy sea ~
To lift the sinking 'n offer benevolent
anodyne alms easing terrors of aqua
threatening to drown in bereavement ...
Inflated again, waits for a tsunami
on which to ride to placid scenario…
New waves toss and turn till benign ~
Deflated many times when pierced,
ended ties that stabbed once/twice…
Voyaging closely, my true two of luv…
In their re-inflating exhales, have I
come afloat again to remain kinetic
evermore, as their floatation device ~
(8/21/2022 - For 'The Meaning of Love' Contest)
Please don’t turn on the light
I want to hide in the darkness
With just the shadows and my own thoughts
The brightness shows me too much
More than I ever wanted to see
Darkness hides the terrors of the real world
I can control what I see what I think
It is a reality of my own creation
My demons and angels
Mine and mine alone
Hiding in endless crevasses
Blacker than the darkest ebony
I prefer this land
The land of darkness and shadows
I can be alone
With nothing to disturb my thoughts
I know that you are there
I can sense you in my mind
Although I do love you for all eternity
At this single moment in time
Your smile, your beautiful face disturbs me
All I want is the darkness of my world
So, please do not turn on the light
Leave me in the dark
Allow me to survive in my world
And celebrate my time in paradise
I’m the pair of fists belonging to Danny Rand’s identity
Along the ranks of Marvel’s super hero-integrity…
“Iron Fist” is my label against cowardice-instability
Powered to advance justice verity
Making my owner an incredible fighter, so mighty
Being a master of K'un-Lun's martial arts with brave superiority.
Having providing my handler a living weapon of excellent utility
I won over the dragon, Shou-Lao for victorious majesty…
Plunging into the fiery substance toward firm capability
I’m harnessed to channel chi energy’s responsibility
Toward amplified force, sans breakability
Willing to fight terrors of cruelty.
Here am I, helping my possessor for heroic functionality
Immune to pain and injury along hurt’s sensitivity
Always ready to rescue for the sake of good humanity
By healing others with my glowing powerful formidability…
Yet, in reality, I admit my non-existence in the eyes of GOD Almighty*.
Who deserves thanks, praises, glory and exaltation for HIS Sovereignty.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
February 8, 2023
1st place, "Marvel Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 2/20/2023.
NIGHT TERRORS RETURNED GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE I DREAMED I TOOK MY OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TWO ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BOTH WORKING WITH AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 HER ABUSE ESCALATED AS SHE ENDURED A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING HER FACE BRUISED HER BRAIN SEVERE ONGOING TRAUMATIC HEADACHES THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATURE DELIVERED 8 CHILDREN 26 GRAND TWO GREAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND BOTH DISABLED BOTH DEDECATED VOLUNTEERING FOR VETERANS AND THE FALLEN SHE WORKED SIDE BY SIDE FBI AGENTS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS TO SAVE LIVES HER IDENTITY EXPOSED KILLERS CONSTANTLY THREATENING HER LIFE IDENTITY THIEVES PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST HER SHE CONTACTED THE FBI CRISIS CRISIS CRISIS HER HOME WAS BROKEN INTO FEARING FIR HER SAFETY SHE JUST NEEDED TO END THE SUFFERINGTHIS LED TO HER FEELING SHE HAD NO CHOICE MONTHS YEARS SHE REACHED OUT WRITING IN A JOURNALING THERAPY PSCHIATRIST MEDICATIONS THE THREATS WERE OVERWHELMING SHE CLOSED THE SHOWER DOOR TAKEN AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF PRESCRIPTION PILLS WITH A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE TURNED ON HER FAVORITE SONG SILENCE SHE WAS LATER FOUND DECEASED SHE LOVED WRITING POETRY CHILDREN BOOKS GARDENING SINGING IN THE CHIOR HER CHURCH FAMILY SHE ADORED MUSIC DANCING WATCHING WILD LIFE PLANTING FLOWERS PLANTS PRAYERS HEALING THE NEED TO WRITE MY OWN EULOGY IN CASE I'M RAN OFF THE ROAD POISONED ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT MY HEART IS RACING EVERYDAY I TRY ANDBTALK MYSELF OUT OF SUICIDE KNOWING ITS THE ONLY WAY TO BE FREE FROM MY STALKER MY IMPOSTER SOMETIMES I IMAGINE HER TAKING MY TOMB STONE THAT EVEN IN DEATH SHE'LL STILL BE IMPERSONATING ME FROM MY GRAVE
THANK YOU LORD FOR PICKING ME UP AGAIN GIVING ME PURPOSE TO GO ON LIVING ALSO GIVING ME THE CLARITY OF HOW TO ABORT THIS ONGOING TERROR UPON ME I KNOW HOW TO STOP IT NOW GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I fight hate with every breath
concealed in self-control
Beneath the surface evil haunts
the peace within my soul
These tortured thoughts which fill my head
are tearing me apart
From deep within I feel the pain
of questions in my heart
My peace of mind is faltering
but how long shall it last
Before I relive all the pains
within my tortured past
The battle rages inwardly
to mask constant deceit
Transformations of the soul
are all but incomplete
I'm stuck between the man I am
and who I use to be
My attempts at peace are useless
since I'm bound by misery
All the terrors and the pain
have finally taken hold
As I fight hate with every breath
concealed in self-control
Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
washed while awaiting where water is filled
pouring in porcelain planned to be killed;
Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love,
ended in eerily foul episodes,
angrier now than Almighty above
mumbling murmurs in murderous modes;
Ripe for wrongs reversed through revengeful roads,
tantalized terrors too tempted to taste
blood brought by bathwater boiling in baste;
Chastised and chided, these children chilling
journey for justice with jealous intent,
mystically moving, maddened minds milling,
howling horrific while haunting content;
For sins suffered by souls salvation bent,
never they rest now, now nestled in night,
purposed, their plight, seeks parents punished right;
Aiming as arrows at any ones found,
dripping disgust at desolate devils,
grumble gigantic than gnash to the ground
lustfully lashing in lunatic levels;
As rancid bells heard, rusted rung rebels,
thoroughly thrashing throats within their reach,
fifty fingers, if figured, ten for each.
And why wouldn’t what withered weary do,
dragged desperate to death by der’lict brain,
taught terrible things when tongues tied untrue
incited mother inside turned insane?
Silence should swallow who speaks sour on slain,
judgments be gentle, gestate not Hell’s gates,
for these are the children of Andrea Yates.
9/16/2016
Submitted For: Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths we swore, though did not know what fortune could mandate
Then all at once the door explodes like Hell’s infernal gate
And from its raw primordial wound two creatures detonate
A thunderous commotion rings as demons orchestrate
Concussive pandemonium ‘til heads reverberate
Our precious things and property? Just grist to lubricate
The cogs and gears of ruin in their trek to decimate
All supplications fail to slow or cause to deviate
The terrors’ stupefying quest to misappropriate
It seems no thing that we hold dear shall realize escape
Each second’s an eternity, yet hours accelerate
And suddenly as it began, the anarchy abates
Back to their lair they are recalled and though they hesitate
To disobey their Master’s voice they dare not contemplate
So final mischief they perform then through the door gyrate
Perdition’s gate they seal once more, no fear can infiltrate
Now silence will return again and we’ll recuperate
In time the fear will disappear and doubts evaporate
So order once again returns, our world to dominate
Yet in our minds there still exists (though we equivocate)
Confession for the origin of this despairing state
For harsh parental curse once made we can’t repudiate
What went around has come around to now reciprocate
Thus progeny of progeny is ours to expiate
We can’t take back what Nature in its wisdom still dictates
"I hope your children grow up to be JUST LIKE YOU!" still grates
And devil’s laughter is the fee we pay to procreate
Date: December 19, 2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Dolcezza II
So have I loved, my heart is nearly broke,
The ordinary world hath lost its scope.
The seeded garden briars and weeds do choke,
To hold your hand in mine, my only hope.
You've sown my heart with beauty and with deeds
Of gentleness, of lady-courage rare,
And yet, what stalks have sprouted bend like reeds
And all my words, like branches, are stripped bare.
My love hurts you, no matter how I try,
And you must flee it like a coming storm
I send you rain, but you see fierce snows fly,
And you must run from them unto the warm.
It made no difference! I intended well,
But well-intentions cannot terrors quell.
To all the kids that had it rough
That when you were behind your home's walls, things got tough
Hearing your parent's screams bounce off the walls.
Listening through the cracks, their spiteful words making you fall
To all the kids that love the most
Even though they weren't given an example at home
Seeing shattered plates and broken bones
You couldn't tell anyone, you were so alone
To all the oldest siblings that had to be strong
and shield your younger siblings from the terrors on your home turf
You didn't even get to be a child
At a young age, you were no longer naive and in denial
To all the kids that remembered everything
All the scars inflicted and all the tears shed
All your screams and cries are muffled by the pillow in your bed.
All the words you wanted to shout out but were left unsaid.
I am so sorry for what you went through you didn't deserve it the least.
You were only a child supposed to have good memories within reach
But what was exposed to our fragile bodies and mind
Might haunt you till the end of time.
She was his devoted and loving wife and then came those pitiful, anguished nights..
She counted the cries, the bruising and prayed for an end to his confusion.
His night frights that she was observing had become quite unnerving..
In their bed he lay restless, squirming, what he saw was deeply disturbing..
Pillows punched and flattened held the key to the terrors that she couldn't see.
Most days he was distant, robotic. Was he now becoming psychotic?
She held him with a heart so tender. The war had ended but those memories wouldn't surrender.
It's trauma lived on and it bore thru his flesh. He now fought the battle of post traumatic stress.