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Moving on is what they all want to do,
But the victims can't because they are too traumatised,
Or their bodies too damaged,
Maybe even worse, with all contact in this world severed.
The parents of both victim and perpetrator too desensitised,
With too many questions unanswered,
And lack of sleep leaving them broken and demoralised.
The perpetrators may seem pleased,
With no consequences formalised,
But with no help for getting over what materialised,
While taking drugs and alcohol unsupervised,
There is little hope of them being satisfied,
When, if they have not overdosed,
Or spun out while driving disqualified,
They find they have reached an age that makes them terrified,
That jail will be specified.
The police are mortified,
That the rules prohibit any solutions being applied,
Which means no one involved,
Is able to move to a place where sleep is uninterrupted.
Meanwhile those selling the drugs that the waters muddied,
And those who see no harm in shifting the focus to health related,
With no thought being debated,
About the fact that those selling the drugs are not interested,
In their health being bettered,
As they make a killing out of lives being shattered,
Are moving us all to an even darker place, that is more blood splattered.
Are we that unimaginative,
That we cannot find a way to use our initiative,
And find ways more positive,
So, more of us can live,
Without taking drugs more prescriptive,
For our sleep to be less disruptive.
Can you consent at 16 if you can’t handle the heartbreak?
Are you developed to deal with the impact it will make?
when you suffer so much you get lost in the hate,
refusing to accept this is what you helped create
Being dumped means you’re put in a powerless position
and maybe it’s easier to think you always were
but that’s when hindsight can cause a false vision
where you had no choice though consent did occur
And you’re too immature to deal with the fact
you lost the love that you’ll never get back,
stuck living traumatised under attack
and not yet developed to get back on track
Is 16 to young to deal with the worst of it,
maybe at 18 you haven’t the skills for it,
21 might make the law seem irrelevant
making it more about your own development
A 16 year old girl looking for an older man
but when that man’s 30 they call it a scam
one off opportunity or intentional plan
or maybe us men get whatever we can
How can you judge when you don’t get the offer
when it happens to you would you choose to not bother
when you are flattered they want you as a lover
turning it down to be left thinking bugger
if her age at present is above age of consent
then it’s not your place to make a judgement
you say that it’s wrong as you think of her bent
you wouldn’t reject something that heaven has sent
Anger at things that don’t come to you,
looking down on it with a sense of virtue
as if it’s disgusting and not what you do
you’d jump at the chance if it ever came true
when you’re contradicted use contraception
with this opportunity make the exception
feeling as though luck heads in your direction
don’t turn her down she can’t handle rejection
Those are my shoes
I keep then neat
To remind of when
I had both feet;
But I am alive
Not like my brother
Nor traumatised
Like my sisters and mother.
I’ve not seen my father
Since that day
They came and took
Us both away.
They said they were fighting
To set us free
But what they did before
They took father and me.
They didn’t tell that all around
They’d scattered mines on the ground.
When I escaped I stood on one
I lost both feet with one leg gone;
But I survived I’m lucky they say
One of the few that got away.
They say with luck
I’ll soon walk
But I don’t believe I’ll ever
Ever ever want to talk.
They are very nice to me here
In this camp,so very kind.
They leave me in peace
To gather my mind.
They are teaching me to write
So maybe one day I can tell
About my life and times
In captives hell.
I won’t go to church
Or sing hymns or pray
They were believers they said
Who took me and father away.
So,I clean my shoes
And keep them neat
To remind of when
I had both feet,
And life was good
And we were free.
And I had all of
My family around me.
“When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do,
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.
It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.
The note said that so and so loved someone
The names on the note from mind have long gone
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.
Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.
That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.
Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.
Some guys just want you for sex
And I can see that
But I really think that would be doing you an injustice
I want to know the real you
And who knows, maybe a relationship
Take it to a higher level
Who knows, we could be forever young
What do you think?
That’s quite good Paul,I mean, compared to last week's effort anyway.
Was last week’s bad.
Let me see now, you’re pulled.
Did that lack substance.
It was sort of to the point.
And that was bad.
Well, I did mention it to you the next morning.
Was that in between, you’re a crap lover.
You said you could do it all night.
I did do it all night, slept like a baby.
I know, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Did I or did I not show you a great time in the morning?
No, you said you had to get a run in.
I know, but after that, were you or were you not screaming.
Are you surprised, there was blood everywhere, thought somebody had attacked you? How was I to know you fell down a hill.
After that, did you not say it was out of this world.
I could have said anything, I was still traumatised.
I’m not surprised your husband doesn’t understand you. You staying at your sister's by the way.
No, she’s at mines.
Did you two read the marriage contract? I mean, I’m not religious or anything, but I think the Priest would be a little concerned about your infidelity.
Have you met father Tom?
Don’t think so.
You have, he was the guy giving you sex tips.
Was that him, he was brilliant, told me all the things that turned you on.
Bloody great, you get the advice, I get the Hail Marys.
~In Honour of……
~Stella Berry a 16year old girl who passed away from a shark attack on ~Saturday 4th of February 2023 in the Swan River at North Fremantle,
~ Perth, Western Australia.
Sixteen with a life ahead
Went to the river with friends
Sadly now she is dead.
In the river having fun
Riding a jet-ski
Her life ended that day before it really begun
Off the jet-ski to the water she jumped in
When she saw a pod of dolphins
Close to them she wanted to swim
Terrifying screams filled the air
The water turned red
A predator had attacked from nowhere
Tragedy struck that day
Death and trauma occurred
In the most horrific way
Words cannot express the sadness felt
For this beautiful young girl
And the unfair , tragic card she was dealt
Her family and friends distraught with pain
Their lives changed forever
Never to be the same
The state of Western Australia is mourning
For a sixteen year old girl named Stella
Her life just ended without warning
So many lives traumatised , changed for evermore
One decision made …..
Stella’s loved ones will never be as before
Underestimated
Oh my love
Deeper than seas,
You have underestimated,
My dreams so subtle
You have denied,
Crushed my desires,
Soul badly bruised,
Oh my love
Clearer than sky,
You have underestimated,
My yearnings so pure
You have ignored,
Subdued my emotions,
Soul lies shattered,
Oh my love
Softer than breeze,
You have underestimated,
My heart beats for you
You can't hear,
Disavowed my feelings,
Soul traumatised,
Oh my love
Soother than moon,
You have underestimated,
Always in my thoughts,
You can't be unaware,
Of the magnetic pull,
Soulful disguise !
Oh my love
Offer me some sunshine,
May be of twilight,
If not sparkling bright,
Don't underestimate,
Let not the hope end,
To soulful incinerate !
Written on 14/6/14
Contest- Open free verse
Sponsor- Charlotte Puddifoot
Remember when you wake up each morn
There are those who'll never see the dawn
The brave who gave their lives so that we
Could live out our today's peacefully . . .
No standing out in the pouring rain
No seeing the sun come shine again
No rainbows painted upon the sky
No stars gleaming bright when night is nigh.
No wedding bells chime, no wedding rings
No happy family gatherings
No tiny hands to cherish and hold
No nursery rhymes or stories told.
No arms to give a tender embrace
No kisses upon a special face
No whispering of sweetest nothings
No excited homecoming buzzing.
Remember families that have grieved
For loved one's who were sadly deceased
Tragically hurt or traumatised
Precious sons, daughters, husbands and wives.
Remember!
11th November 2020
The future - present in the past...
Travellers of time persisting.
Duality - a duel of vast...
In two with missions existing.
Cyborg out for termination.
Determination - soldier sent
Whose purpose lies in salvation...
Proposal - killing to prevent.
Their race to outdo the other...
Success in mission completion.
Fate destined for one another
On a rampage of depletion.
An unsuspecting subject lies
In wait - oblivious to this.
Oblivion - the only prize
At certain costs - human crisis.
Cyborg, soldier, target present...
All within a set location.
Guns erupt - most every peasant
Meets their final destination.
The soldier's efforts standing out
With the cyborg neutralised.
Target acquired from this bout...
Shaken, shocked and traumatised.
Neutralisation only brief,
The cyborg rises up once more.
Both soldier and target make chief
Their escape through the nearest door.
Many face-offs yet to follow...
Situations, different places.
Target finds these hard to swallow...
Still, survives all of the chases.
Their protection - the soldier's cause
Into final confrontation.
Aim of conclusion, every pause
Of cyborg - extermination.
Can the soldier end and undo
All of the cyborg's infliction?
Both are ready - they progress to
Victory out of their friction.
Oh Garthy
Its Anzac Day
Again
That day
Which should be for
Old men
And best forgotten memories
Yet here we are
Thinking of you
And those members
Of that battalion
Oh Garthy
Its Anzac Day again
Another sad day
For those
That loved you
Miss you
A Facebook page
Doesn’t replace you
Or those members
Of that battalion
Oh Garthy
Its Anzac Day again
How mothers weep
And friends
Have troubled sleep
A commission
Won’t help those
Find peace in their hearts
For you
Or those
Of that
Lost Battalion
Oh Garthy
Its Anzac Day again
The Day I keep thinking
That help was so close
But you
So far away
If only I could
Of taught you
How to replace
Trauma and pain
With meaning
And let it go
But
Go you did
The friends and family
You left
To pick up pieces of others
Left traumatised
And in pain
The ripples
Of our actions
Beyond the selfishness
Of the tunnel view
You had
And those
Of that battalion
I was sad
I was angry
I was traumatised
To learn the Truth
The failure
Of command
That boosted
The numbers
Of that lost Battalion
Oh Garthy
Its Anzac Day again
Some of us remember
Some of us mourn
Members of that Battalion
That no one
Wants to own
No one wants to lead
And no one wants to mention
Yet
You all live on
In the hearts
Of those
You left behind
Its Anzac Day Again
Lest we forget
In Memory of
Pte Daniel Garforth
And those
Of that Battalion