Long Wreckage Poems
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We dwelt together,
one hand on a door handle.
Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living,
parents still squatting in our heads,
rent due spaces,
red buses passing below or above,
according to what level we rose to.
Domestic wreckage evacuated,
a small venerable van stuffed to the gills,
and we with our books
bundled up in raffia rafts,
cats tucked under shawls or coats,
escaping loudly on red bumpy buses.
It is the little things that haunt:
a florescent green plastic handbag,
maroon stockings
draped over a lava lamp,
fluffy toy animals
scented with relationships.
Shades of lipstick on a cracked mirror
unwashed rugby shirts,
the soft tang of old spice aftershave,
vinyl albums revolving in our heads.
I recall it all ---- but no,
not wanting to dwell again with the young,
but to follow the routes of London buses
to past, departures and destinations,
to enter again
those rooms for penniless delinquents,
just to tidy up a little, and perhaps
close drawers and doors left open.
Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.
There was a fibrous unclasping,
then the unfolding thunder of impact.
This morning, thigh deep in its wreckage,
maneuvering through the downed foliage,
the strew of crumbled catkins,
I listen to its death throes
of leafage curling into whorl and lacuna,
the rustling whispers of a dwindling aftershock.
Splinters and twigs tremble, lumber creaks on
as a sotto voce rattle of demise
as if the tree was still collapsing beneath its fall,
as if this murmuring requiem
were a way to explain what the moment did.
Earth trembling
it's cold out there
even with that sun
strung up high
sun is hanged
Allahu Akbar
declined turning green
sun is suspended
lorn at stand-by mode
Allahu Akbar
sun is gasping
turned to swollen surface
metal bumblebees
repeatedly poking
circle around
shaping curvaceous silhouettes
buzzing
Allahu Akbar
shrilling
Allahu Akbar
sniveling
Allahu Akbar
swooped down to the pawns
faces turned tumid
remains blurry whether due to crying
or sharp pain occurred when
all went raven
scene left sun astonished
they didn't came to aid
they came to pulverize
sun has sealed his eyes
ceased to read their marks
bumblebees don't have a land
strategies
tactics
orders
they have
no land
child is trembling
it's cold out there
waiting for outline of cover to occur
hoping it isn't made out of plastic
and white
hoping
Allahu Akbar
for the hands
to pull that body
out of wreckage
all the fallen at western soil have a name
east remains un-censused
left incensed
oil is a seytan's tool
I guess you never meant to cause such pain,
but my world stopped turning on that dark night.
You lost control of your car in the rain -
the mangled wreckage was a dreadful sight,
and my two teenage sons were killed outright.
When the policemen arrived at my door
I collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor.
They suspected that you’d all been drinking
my heart was broken like never before …
I wondered what your parents were thinking.
For you alone were the one to survive
but you’ve been left in a terrible state.
If you’d stayed sober they’d still be alive,
getting behind the wheel you sealed their fate
Any regrets…. well you’re just too darn late.
My two young sons remain frozen in time
they’ll never grow old, cut off in their prime.
Car drivers please listen to my warning
drinking and driving is a dreadful crime ….
I’m left to grieve, for two sons I’m mourning
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Fictional write for Dizain II Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
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The dead and dieing laying in piles
carnage of the pointless war
buildings hazed to the ground
devastation where ever the eye could see
Young men and women back from the front
suffering from the horrors seen and committed
knowing they have blood on their hands
and for what!!! Certainly no gain earned.
Blindly following orders made from afar
people who have never seen the awful carnage
who sleep safe in warm beds with pleasant dreams
no deity asked for this war just the greed of man
Maybe if they had to spend a couple of weeks
fearing daily for their sorry worthless life's
amidst the wreckage that they have caused
maybe, just maybe they would stop and think again
You came into my life~
just before the ink dried...
in my husband's condolences register.
You knew I was grieving,
vulnerable,
trying to hold my children’s lives together with threads.
You listened to my story—
the doubled rent,
the school fees...
I wouldn’t be able to pay—
and you acted like you cared.
You said our pain was your pain,
that you couldn’t bear to see us suffer.
But now I see you for what you are:
a predator behind a veil of sympathy.
You didn’t come to help;
you came with lies,
with a hollow promise
of a better life abroad.
And what you gave me instead was sorrow,
ignominy,
a stain on my name
I’ll never be able to clean.
You used my trust,
my desperation~
as tools for your own gain—
then walked away clean,
leaving me with the wreckage.
You abandoned me.
You ruined me.
At Heathrow—
when they asked about the contents of the bag,
I turned to find you,
but there was only faint smoke in the wind.
You had melted into the crowd,
vanishing with my hopes,
my dreams.
My children, left behind—
my flowers, wilted.
My sorrow screamed in silence
as I lay forsaken behind bars..
for eight long years—
a jail sentence for my innocence.
It seems sometimes,
Life is testing you.
You believe you can rise up,
Have something to look forward to.
There has been times life
Has brought me to my knees.
It can bring pain,
And a lot of unease.
I think this is the way
It has to be.
Life is full of
Wreckage and debris.
It is the teacher of lessons,
It can be cruel and hard.
It can ease in or
Catch you off guard.
I would never make you question,
Who I would choose?
If you could only, walk a
Mile, in my shoes.
My choice would be you,
Every single day.
When I look at you,
I get swept away.
I would support you no
Matter how I felt.
Even to be just another
Notch in your belt.
I would be your special lover,
Your epic fantasy.
The kind that leaves you
On the brink of insanity.
I would be that one friend,
Always by your side.
We would mold as one,
Never to divide.
I would cherish you,
Keep you dry in the rain.
I would love you,
I will ease your pain.
I would make your happiness,
My only priority.
I would become your
Silent majority.
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You stole my voice;
Then, handed it back on a platter
- of silence -
Threats dominated my ability
- to express myself -
You wanted to turn me numb
so that I was no longer a living being
Smiles would erase everything
Secrets would always be kept
Funny how "your' voice;
- kept going -
Haunting my mind for years
Yes, you are still there;
- but you are a ghost to me -
A ghost who chose evil
Used your free will to control
- with the pretension -
that you could actually 'love'
You cant; you never could
For someone stole not your voice,
- but your soul -
I was just a being in your emptiness
I lived, preserved my beliefs and conscience
Here I am, but I cannot see you
You will always be a ghost
I will always keep healing
I broke the silence, long ago
I don't hide in the shadows
I am who I am; i survived the unthinkable!
I wept for what I never had
and for what I had and lost
I screamed truth from mountain tops
I chose to be authentic
Now, I stand in 'my own' quiet silence and peace
I am looking down upon the wreckage
- It is yours -
- You no longer haunt me -
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
(C)opyright
The truth is
nobody really cares
they say they do
but really,
they don't even remember.
They aren't reminded each day
of this gaping hole in our hearts.
Reality is transposed
and it's us four against the world.
No matter how many prayers,
how many messages,
how many hugs.
No amount of hugs can bring her back
And no amount of condolences can ease the pain.
Life sucked out the sun,
leaving nothing but shadows.
Trying to find our way through life,
with our heads cut off-
Yelling out for help and there's no one there
because that's when you'd be there
and now
we just have a black cloud hanging over us
manipulating our emotions-
Trying to survive on this wreckage
Keeping her close to the relic
Keeping all others at an arm’s length
All of this chaos like a nightmare-
Where you wake up in never-ending sweats
Where you don’t know where you are-
Because when you lose that unconditional love,
Nothing ever makes sense again
Nothing ever has to either-
So to those who say they care
Those who express their sorrow
Please understand the depths of this destruction
Understand the depths of this pain
Before you come crying.
The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget
Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony
They say time heals all wounds, they lie
Time only buries them deeper under the layer of lies
I used to feel joy and sorrow, life danced with empathy
Now? A hollow echo in a vacant music hall
Hope, they ripped it out, tendril by bleeding tendril
Left a barren landscape, scorched earth where nothing grows
Callous they call me, emotionless, a monster forged in fire
They don't see the demons I carry or the ghost at my side
They see the wreckage of the person I once was
Before the darkness claimed me, before all hope died
This echo resounding with the ghost of all my screams
All that I still try to bury in the darkest part of my soul
Only the screams refuse to stay buried, pushing daisies
Ones that are already wilted and dead as they rise
Sadly it mimics us, sadly I am dead yet still alive
In search of the light, a light I know will never shine