Ravaged Poems

It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky

It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky,
nor the heavy silence that settled like a velvet shroud,
not the muffled cry beneath layers of quiet breath,
but a single tear, from the left eye, falling secretively,
slow and full of meanings, carving its deep truth
on the face of a man who had never known tears.
They say the

Ravaged Mind

The train of thought is powerful albeit quite unclear
In it's untrue faithfulness the conductor often will not steer
That becomes the issue off the rails life jumps tracks
Head twisted in all the metal of those false but shiny facts
Focus turns into a continual adjustment of it's own lens
A never-ending cry of help to God the unholy

Some Truths From a Ravaged Ukraine

We hear of a war in Ukraine
On the news just again and again
There bombs are a'flying
There's much fear and kids crying
On the streets in a ravaged Ukraine

There is grime and much pain in Ukraine
They seek hospital beds there in vain
Not much help for the weak
The only waters in creeks
And the death count is bleak in

Ravaged

ragged was the old man-
      (rain fell in a downpour )
rosary beads in hand
raspy quiet his voice
respectful ... asked for cash
     ~  rummaging I found change ~
                  

Ravaged

12/5/20


Crafted
Then packaged

Implanted
Continually chanted

Across lands that are ravaged
Now it is acrid

Stuck together or disbanded
Across flat earth, or terrain that was slanted

Groomed and managed
Or unkempt and matted

A weakling or a savage
Very poor or living lavish

Was always welcomed, or got banished
Bore the mark, or was brandished
And branded
After being reprimanded


Stuck the landing or crash landed
Was a lone wolf, or

Radical Ravaged

Sacrifice made when selecting abode
Unit not ideal, but affordable close to City
With a three year old daughter, I worried
About noise transference below and above

Three level town house style was unique 
Huge unit fronted four smaller behind
Unkemp front garden claimed as mine
Little individual porch, door faced street

Delving into green project with gusto
Weed pulling, soil building foundation
Sprouting

A Garden Ravaged

my life is weather-stained with years
a garden ravaged . . . 
since a child I have been collecting scars
s c a r s  that will never heal
and storms shake the ocean of my sleep
the waves of time keep rolling over me endlessly
o, scars are the  p a t h  to the soul

The Polka Band That Ravaged Des Moines, Part Ii

...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town,
not a Sodom on the Pacific,
as minds returned, realization came
and the people found it quite horrific.

They didn’t know who had drugged the beer,
bo one had seen that woman of man,
but something like this needed a fall guy,
so they blamed the whole mess on the band!

And just as the

The Polka Band That Ravaged Des Moines, Part I

I was drifting north, looking out for work,
found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines,
a polka band was holding a concert,
they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join.

The work was easy, just moving heavy things,
and helping local seniors to the show,
plentiful beer, a big floor to dance,
guess that’s how these things usually go.

But some brought college-age

Ravaged Spirit

In my life there has been disappointment,
oh, so often I have felt discouraged;
the failures and let downs, I keep silent,
full of sadness-   my spirit ravaged.

My enchantment with the pen in ruin,
I have hung my head weeping in defeat;
the Muse in me dead, hidden and frozen,
I have felt a poet quite obsolete.

But, in my

Weather Stained and Ravaged

 ~~*~~

And I am lost in a sea of sorrow,
The drums of time never cease to be;
Memories drop like pebbles in a well,
And I have dreamt a sad dripping dream. 

The drums of time never cease to be,
My life weather stained and ravaged;
And I  have dreamt a sad dripping dream,
Curtains stir with the whispering

Ravaged Heart

I rip my rib cage apart to reveal my heart
and all I get is stunned silence! 
Stunned to see the mangled wreckage
of pulsating, blood-red organ, flesh
etched with battle scars ... the 
partially healed wounds from life's
obligatory pain and tomboy escapades,
nothing what I bargained for! 
It is true, my face, my facade denotes
a blooming wildflower of

A Ravaged Raven

Ravaged Raven

On returning from work, I always pass near the cemetery
And always find no life moving there, almost same scenery. 
But today was a different day. I stopped my car at the gate
The cawing began, wind whipped, birds arrived in droves.
Big black birds were landing over the place, on the graves.
It seemed to be like

Ravaged

He espied her all alone
In the open by the lake
Sighed in lustful undertone
And her body craved to take.

Golden orange, rusty brown
What a beauty! Flaming hot!
She looked awesome in her gown
He seduced her on the spot.

He embraced her in his arms
Stripped her naked to the skin
Without feeling any qualms
He took pleasure in his sin.

She succumbed to

Ravaged Land

The red beating land covered in constant storms
The ground ravaged and torn apart
The inner thumps struggling to continue
Trying to survive the constant category F5

The sun rarely shines upon this red land
Dark black clouds in the air
Ground flooded with tears from the sky
Roots revealed and torn on the surface

Yet somehow the land continues
There's no scientific reason

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