Short Custody Poems
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One day
I went to church to confess my sins
But the Pastor called the Police men
So I am in custody waiting for trial
By Chipepo Lwele
At three years old my parents divorced
Father got full custody
Mother, visitation rights
My sister and I were too young
yet still we understood
Form:
once a child with a rattle
enjoyed crawling around cattle
till its mother found out
and to her ex did shout
you lost your custody battle.
Am still here
Heaven and earth
Negotiate custody terms
Heaven became resentful
With every payment
A part of my soul is severed
How can I go to heaven incomplete?
Future time; is unknown
and has custody of our dreams,
Present time; the transience
of a bestowed moment,
Past time; varies
and warehouses our memories.
Tears filled up in my eyes
And I could only see his silhouette
Walking away from my reach
Yet I was caught off guard
Even when set free there I stood
In the custody of a stranger.
Aquamarine waves
lap pristine rugged shorelines
casting call for beat
bohemic coral ballets
hip sandy beach applause
(This poem made the first PS Anthology, but disappeared
from my list.)
Weeping Willow tree,
wave gently over me,
hide me from the breeze.
I wish to serve cake, peppermint tea,
Delighted you munch so happily
no other place, I would rather be..
then sheltered in wispy custody.
It isn't just incompetence
That leads a custody evaluator
To to clean up messes
For bad actors,
To justify
The unjustifiable,
To gloss over
The vital,
It isn’t just incompetence,
It's the rotten system
That the custody evaluator
Has been marinating in.
Souls in Heaven.
First, was Neda, then Sahar, now Mahsa.
She was forced to bend her soul.
Once again, a woman died.
The government's sordid role.
Mahsa's death in custody,
Must be steadfastly investigated.
So Ebrahim Raisi said.
Once again, Iranians will feel frustrated.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity
I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds
The great be not proud
when greatness you enjoy
is of under-hand games
dark hours toll their bells
Wards are ready for custody
syringes and bandages wait
glands shall be dry of tears
none at all will emerge
for your noble chaotic order
That day clouds will riot
to carry you on the journey
across the great destiny seas
In the wards of the state
Custody is gruesome
We breathe and speak our constraints
Looming from hallway rumors
I am the hawk in the clock
Shaking hands with fate
Existing in between discretion
Charged with numbers
Time is the shock of stillness
We foam with desire
And wrench our poison pens
They train us like fire dogs
A hazard to be expunged
I'm Divorcing My Past ,
Lord, I'm divorcing my pain .
I'm divorcing my doubts
all my set backs ,Lack of judgments .
The judge for all is : God .
The reward for it all is that
I got full custody of my destiny .
And full custody of my life .
God divorced me from my past
so that my future can be leased
and my destiny can be fulfilled .
Lobsters packed in eighteen-wheelers
grapple with their feelings.
A mass custody of shrimps
spoon together
still pink with passion.
Crabs cross-dress
bound more-or-less
to nips of salty resentment.
A soupçon of sea bugs
dished up
on bright porcelain plates.
Fresh alien captives
worth more alive than dead
until we break bread.
His point-blank, most promising laurel lost
Long, long his e'er-lasting longing lingers
His muse becomes bedridden under freezy frost
Yet his nikhedonic mindscape ne'er malingers
Surging from mood's winters and merging its splinters
Ramrodding illusion-edified effulgences into his emulous edacity
Without knowing whether with reluctance or with alacrity
I can'T breathe
John Vorster Square
Steve "Bantu" Biko
Many a freedom fighter
Paid the ultimate price and
died in police custody
But all poor
George Floyd
Seemed to be fighting for
Was
AIR
The right to Breathe
Not to become a Martyr
For any person be he black or white
For Richard Lamoureux
I can'T breath
Poetrysoup Contest
8th June 2020
Despite the promises to stay to one another true
In sickness or in health, and till death do them part.
Vows made by newlyweds are not often carried through.
Oh, if every person could love with all their heart,
Resisting anything leading them astray -
Cutting ties and facing things like child custody.
Enough is enough . . . yet people change; thus D I V O R C E
This poem praises a father's resolve and strength during a trying divorce process
Divorce is a storm,
A whirlwind of pain,
but you are the anchor.
Brother; do not drift,
Do not break.
Your children,your focus,
Your reason to fight
Refuse to let the bitterness
devour you.
Hope,choose strength.
Be their rock,their shelter.
You will survive this together
Their father's love is their shield.
One upon a nightmare,
There were dueling fairy godfathers
Different ideals for the same concepts
Supreme Justices
Put the people on trial
Now it's Shared land vs Shared strife
It's just a domestic terror dispute
Why can't we have joint custody?
Are we dooming our children to
Early graves?
They'll divorce themselves from
The faith we held in fairy tales
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Anti-war, yep. Not sorry.
Chained to haunting melody –
Caged next to delirium,
Fantasy moves me
Paralyzed –
Distanced from very reality –
Solitary, this custody,
Love fuels me
Empty –
Silence is my beating heart –
In the night so worn,
Yearn drapes me
Cold –
Despair, the bleeding fare –
Vacant eyes the portal,
Hands leave me
Desolate –
Chained to his haunting melody -
Walking with a ghost,
Covet moves me
Still –
She was blessed with one baby
Truly best part of her life
Shared custody with her ex
Simply took her breath away
He was growing up so fast
Little darling with big heart
Dad’s unsafe tires and black ice
Was all it took to return
Her lil’ angel to heaven
No number of told you so’s
Would ever change the outcome
In a daze she walks about
With a big black gaping hole
Where her heart used to once beat
AP: 2nd place 2020
With open ears and a closed mind
I basked in the sun of information
I swam in deep seas
Of knowledge
Breathed in corrections
Just to later breath out fury
Paranoid of my pride’s fate
Believed I was an island
So I wrecked every ship
In my radar
Turned off every light
You may say I was up tight
But from the comfort of the dark
That was surely right
I only applauded ideas
In my custody
Perceived everything as stupidity
Form:
The Custody Agreement
Today I won’t see him anymore
Just snowball marks on my door
For today he has gone away
And I have no say
Today he won’t be near
And in my heart this is clear
The week is done
And so too is my fun
Today I am alone
The worst feeling I've ever known
I know Wednesday will come
But right now I am numb
Today has done all of this
Taken again, the one I miss
Leaving me with little more
Than snowball marks on my door
If I could steal the fire from those eyes
and take them to rule the darkest skies,
We would sit every wintry December
near an adorned pine tree to remember:
when a chorus cried a Christmas’ melody,
You held my heart under your custody.
While I untie a bow after a bow,
giving you three kisses over the brow,
You show me the final wrapped gift:
A green butterfly on the finger you lift.
I blow softly and she flies faraway,
You are all mine on this Christmas day.
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