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To Thief

To Thief
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Thief
His seed is to steal
With his fingers long of sorrow
He will have no regrets tomorrow
Looting and ransacking freely
Escaping plainly and frankly
Everything is now on his back
His sneaky goal is now infamous
He just doesn't control himself
About his habit of stealing ways
His mother will regret him.
The addict who breaks and steals
Released with permission from a court
He will permit to steal again
His stinky hands mess up the house
He stealth's here and there
And activate the alarm
The landlord hears a noise in his house.
Thief is caught with dagger in his hand
His grin is shocked
Unforgiven he is shot dead
Two bullets in the head

To Thief
Do not steal.

Sad Endings

There are many,
the threads of a public life
always unravelling
into more sadness.

We read of so and so
and his ending
her dire departing.

The sadness is a gesture,
an acknowledgement
that we knew all along.

Last days
withdraw into a quiescence,
a sequestering of parables
within a closed room.

A meddling hearsay awakens
a salacious interest;
columns of gossip
followed by
a tell-tale unearthed.
One more pinch of sadness
investigated, exposed.
The tarnish remains the sadness.

An extraordinary life
left broken by the ransacking,
the endless peeping
of post-obituary years.

Wild Fires

Jolted out of my sleep state,
I'm weary-eyed --- it’s 4 am.
It takes a minute to clear the haze
as I wake to the scent of distant fires.

Recalling the news of yesterday,
slowly reality begins to set in:
we’re not in danger here, but virgin
forests to the north are being decimated.

What of the wildlife? What of the secluded dwellings?
What of the fear and drama now filtering through the air?
A thick smog reeks of many fires, furiously gaining, 
ransacking everything within their path.

As the tragedy strikes just within reach,
my heart melts with compassion.
Yet I close all windows tightly,
knowing there’s not a thing I can do.

They need a downpour desperately
 – if only tears and prayers could help.
But our pleas go unanswered;
only heavy rains can save what’s left.



AP: 2nd place 2023

Posted on June 6, 2023

I Let a Lover Become My Vice

Always plucking away one by one the seams that construct my well-being and when everything spells out, you run and hide
Like a tornado ransacking my soul, slowly wiping me out, deleting my existence
The impact from the collision left my pieces thrown all around
But your light blinded my eyes and I cannot see to pick them up...
Lately the air feels too thick to breathe in
You're gone and I'm stranded at an empty but lively circus
The echoes of your screams and the echoes of my cries 
I cannot make this ing pain diminish

Haven

I felt home
In its presence I felt warm & home
With no contact, I feel touched by just staring
Distance meant nothing  for if I could see I could feel
Its light made our nights as we lay calm watching the moon's revolves
While mama tells a story of its uniqueness till we fall asleep

 *TheWriter'sWriting*

My Haven 
Ransacking the celestial bodies 
None could be a match 
The geoid shaped always have my attention 
Its an art entailing artist 
It was awe inspiring 
 @AmazingPen

I felt home
Patience & commitment is a needed mama advice
You can't see what it entails clearly without paying attention 
So, we would lay quietly listening to mama stories as it leaves us in amusement  
 For what we saw was far more than our imaginations; it was a gift
Sometimes it was a woman carrying her child while cooking, other times it was children playing

 *TheWriter'sWriting*

My Haven 
Beautiful sunlight 
The breeze of clapping seas
 Dancing around in wavy form
Swaying of trees in unison
Never did I know of the sadness its bringing to my feet

@AmazingPen

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Walking With Him

He smells wood smoke in the air.
It is autumn, and the smolder
of inert sap fills every nose,
ignites flameless fires in shrinking roots.

Now he buries that nose
in a pile of russet and gold-flecked leaf,
a squirrel scolds him from a high branch.
He’s probably ransacking a winter store,
but he’s a sniff-happy hound
and he does not care.

The woods are falling
under a death-cheating spell,
Spring will awaken them again
with a whelping lick.
He, on the other hand,
will fall sick and die,

this is a future walk I take with him,
an autumnal wake.

Wardance

Your blasting from the back.
You know your under my skin.
 This is a constant battle.
 Here we go once again.

Your sickness is feeding off of me 
Havent you had enough.
Time to lay down your cards.
Because i am calling your bluff.

Ransacking all my emotions
What are you looking for?
You better be forming allies.
 I'm taking you straight to war.

You forget that I will remember.
You've already lost your chance. 
You come in the line of fire.
Your hit with my war dance.
 Charlotte 2019
©lunaticsrave

Writer's Block

I'm on a treacherous journey down a barren mind,
a cavernous abyss of unintelligible revelations,
void of any comprehensible inspiration.
I am perpetually staring at a blank canvas,
continually foraging for that illusive phrase,
ransacking my hollow coffers of recollection.
Parchment decomposes from abandonment,
as does the ink drying in the quill.
There is rumbling from within,
fermenting familiar reminiscences.
Might this evoke envisions of my opus,
or the rancid sustenance I have consumed?

Scavengers

SCAVENGERS


The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness 
In oast house and warm barn.


Rays of darkness  
Speed across the twilight 
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by omnivores;
Nothing left but black.

Pirates

Black, endless eyes, the wind
Flapping. Pitching star to port, 
Anchored cradle.

Grappling, a hook and cries; 
treasures engulfing desires. 
Ransacking, a pillage, flames 
licking wood.

The bottle, no message; only
a Ship.

Freedom In Death

There's freedom in blankets of void
Petulant perception provides but a wash cycle
I'm driven from miles high to sink back among
Notorious ransacking nothingness

I hear the lips clapping
Smacking on ill digested words
The movement and oasis
Triggering fog mirror chase

The grand rent payment in the sky
Where life is as dull as television programming
A nauseating mess of mistaken identity
Trading for each other's improvement

When does it end by barrels of day
When thinly gripped outstretched pointlessness
Careers from the balcony of hope
And lands plummeting in apparent falseness

Enchanted Death

When ignorance led to disaster.  
And citizens became a throng -  
Angry hearts knew not love’s master.
When ignorance led to disaster.  
They beat man-beast; death winds blew faster.
Hatred misplaced was very strong.
When ignorance led to disaster.  
And citizens became a throng -  

One gunshot in air fury flying,
Her sweet voice sang a distant song.
Berating, they went ransacking 
One gunshot in air fury flying,
Goodness found left hatred sighing.  
No calm for rage’s deadly throng.
One gunshot in air fury flying,
Her sweet voice sang a distant song.

The angry mob knew evil’s master.
Enchanted legends made hearts soar.
Pure love returned his life made fresher.
The angry mob knew evil’s master.
His broken curse knew her love’s shower.
The beast, a prince, renewed life – adore.
The angry mob knew evil’s master.
Enchanted legends made hearts soar.

INSPIRED BY:  The Feature Films for Families movie, “Rigoletto”
(The mob scene and related events.)

© July 26, 2010

I Never Knew

i never knew
 love could hurt you
through and through
ransacking your very core
shattering the truth of trust
the weight of a single teardrop  
can take the strongest to their knees

i never knew
passion can be a two-edged sword
one side shining so brightly
it blinds all rhyme and reason
the other merciless in its swath
your body and soul cut to pieces
  no longer recognizable 

i never knew
that being left behind
 devastates everything 
all that you hold dear in  life
vanishes like winter snow
the pain of loneliness 
has no equal  

i never knew
the lover in your arms
once beckoned  by the call of destiny
 will leave as surely as the morning tide 
 must flow from the bay
 that which is not to be
 can never ever  be

 but now i know

IRISH

I Knew You Hungry

FRAGILE - bold word ;;
illiterate & disturbed coming
& going unheard, ransacking
looking for a something not
here (long gone) take me,
take me where you fell,
so i can fall too- (closure)
misnomer, what a wonder
_____ shaped & reshaped-
your clay beauty tacked 
to the wall for your
pleasure (alone). i have
no hands, your hands, i
have no insides, come in
side--- no harm in
another ride. between you 
& me, i knew you need, i
knew you hungry, i know
my clumsy way. it was
just an accident, a
slip here & there where
wear & tear collide
(lust is a monster
under my bed) love is
a beast undercover
seeking more more
more- no more- so
much more in store.
i had ghosts sneaking
thru my locked door,
sliding me inside their
inside, covered with
whispers & shivers &
sweat. let me go, let
me k(no)w what it is
you want, let me share
your pain.

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