it was an accident
he was not a violent man
her death was her own fault
she goaded him
he dropped her body into the hole
She is a low life skank
Trailer trash honey
Dressing all up
And taking your money
But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess
And yes darlin,
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song....
Your wife should not napalm your life
To sleep with all your friends
That was no way to make amends
It makes her just a hussy
And a low class ****
And there is no makeup or outfit That can dress that up
You can’t pull that kind of high jinx
And expect any man,
to ever fall for you again
So she will be alone, just wait and see
And we can sing about it and someday laugh you will see
Love you Cowboy Poet, this was not your fault . (C) Artimus Susan Manley 10:55 AM 10/30/23
He said he would never hit her again
She wanted to believe him of course
Sincere and apologetic
Her children begged her not to
Her parents were askance
She has been killed now
A child sad
Abuse is
Living
Rage
AMERICA YOU'RE BROKEN
I was hurt once
you gave me a hug
And with that touch
Lord it wasn't sensual or sexual
Agape
America you are broken
Like a vase on a table
by an open window
fallen on to the floor
America you're broken
Lord you know we need real love, agape
Like a stroke
a blood vessel ruptured
life's blood flowing every where
civil unrest
school shootings
spousal abuse
children running loose
everyone right the truth
this has been spoken
America you are broken
5/17/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
©2017
Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home
No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads
Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news
No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died
Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm
Facing spousal abuse daily;
you deal with physical brute force.
And though you feel betrayed by love,
you've never asked for a divorce.
When you look into a mirror,
you see a woman, bruised and blue.
And her vacant eyes look empty;
as she stares blankly back at you.
Living in the shadow of fear,
you bear the scars upon your flesh.
And at times, you fear he'll kill you;
when your pain is throbbing and fresh.
Yet, you can't make yourself leave him;
on the off chance that he loves you.
And you pray that he'll change someday;
you're frightened of what he might do.
Your love's not always understood;
in the depths of your broken heart.
But you're a slave to your feelings;
even though they tear you apart.
NASA’s Secret Moon Discovery
By Elton Camp
Neil Armstrong would have to step aside
If this amazing discovery NASA didn’t hide
How the Eagle landed and what they found
Lying lifeless on the cold, arid lunar ground
A human had reached the moon way before
So Armstrong can’t be called “first” anymore
“Pow, zoom and you’re going to the moon”
These words, Ralph to his wife did croon
Few know that he finally carried out his threat
And Alice Kramden’s body lies there yet
Is it best to keep silent about this spousal abuse
Because, for such violence, there’s no excuse
and you register with all the temp agencies that you can,
because there are no permanent jobs anymore---
there may have been when you started working at the plant,
but all those possibilities have dried up
with the rest of the well---
and while at home,
you watch the television,
seeing the pretty politicians in their clean & expensive suits
speak of all their big ideas,
which if you elect them in the oncoming year,
they will make all your dreams come true---
but you’ve lived long enough to know that
“the american dream” is nothing more than the maggot-ridden
excrement that pops out of the mouths of those with
money,
when they ramble on about how this is
the greatest country in the world.
unlike them, whose pockets will continue to be filled,
you have alcoholism,
divorce, spousal abuse,
substance abuse, and maybe even
homelessness to look forward to---
and like anyone,
all you wanted was to be happy---
you took it upon yourself to make your money &
follow the rules of the country that you lived in---
you fulfilled all your obligations,
you lived up to all your responsibilities,
you walked the straight line,
you did just what you were supposed to do.
if only any of that mattered.
The abuse in this day
has gone to far
a war is fought in every other home
from sibling rivalry to spousal abuse
to mend these ties
it seems there's no use
the only thing left to do
is stand up for ourselves
and stop the battles
for patience is not a virtue
when it leads you to being black and blue
we should take the fight to the streets
and chant a chant to be repeat
we should love ourselves enough
not to be in the rough
we should turn the other cheek
and leave the home far at least a week
for need a new philosophy
when in danger we should flee
love should never be an excuse
to stand for abuse
unable to conceive
why she couldn't leave
an anxiety attack
held her back
feeling low
from an "I told you so"
spoken by a clown
who had beaten her down
stealing her esteem
changing her dream
from happiness
to distress
she loved him
always thought of him
gave up her life
to become his wife
to honor and obey
a slave on the way
abused
misused
brutally battered
nothing else mattered
he'd already won
until the gun
tore through his heart
till death they depart
her vow
over now ..............
Dedicated to the many women
who suffer from spousal abuse.
"Any male who abuses a child or a woman, does not deserve the title of man, as
he is still a boy who has yet to deal with his adolescent inadaquacies"
Bob Shank.......July 2004
You have plucked her from purity
ascended upon virtuous flesh
spawned forth torches of multitude
that pronounce flames of love
and yet those very flames
burn with seething rage
bearing witness to false pretense
of Love's gentle embrace
what once was pure
has been soiled
from generations past
for the flames of abuse
have become adults at last.......
Bob Shank-Jan. 11th, 2006
I always try to write something on abuse
around this time of year, since the week
of the Superbowl seems to always be the
time of year when spousal abuse is
reported the most.....It's a problem that
sadly continues to plaque our society
today, and yet we don't even consider
the long term effect it has on our children,
the vicious cycles of learned behavior must
change if we are to progress.......
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.