What sort of life can one be expected to live
When forced independence is bestowed upon thee
Disowned and made to discern the world alone
Toughens up a woman beyond any measure
Beneath soft skin lies a frozen will
Cold blood that runs throughout the veins
A relentless desire to fight to the end
Even when the circumstances made death seem like mercy
Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute
Time moves on without slowing at all
A never-ending force that decides everything
And puts to a halt the most persistent energy
While eyes glaze over from all directions
Seeing the beauty portrayed over the surface
But within consists of fractures and cracks
That with pressure have turned into crystals
So as the moon changes with phases
Pulling the tides of our hearts
Waves crashing over and eroding us away
And only the sturdiest pieces remain
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
They come in mad and mean, yelling and screaming
Scaring the office workers, and terrifying their children
Who grow up thinking coming in mad, yelling and screaming
is normal.
Sorry. It is not.
We work in a school. We know who they are.
They are the ones who write us the hate letters.
They are the ones who call us at home shrieking
They threaten us with lawsuits.
Big bullies raise little bullies
Yes, you have heard it and I mean it.
I once asked a mother and father to stop letting
The teenage cousins beat their eight-year-old up.
That’s good for him, the dad told me. It toughens him up.
Sure it was, good until he was dead.
Bullying is a way for those who are enraged,
And angry due to complete and utter sadness to get their kicks.
It is a way for the ones who have been kicked to do the kicking.
Rape, and murder is justified by these little bullies when they grow up
To become big bullies. It is sad that some of them grow up to be president.
I never expected that.
Mothers and Daughters
Life forces us to grow up
Hardship makes us want more
Hard communication toughens souls
Mistakes are made no matter what
Mothers Love fondly
Daughters Love fonder
Both eyes at one time wondered
Anger sometimes hungered...
reactions
Painful memories made childhood real
Mother's Love made those pains heal
Time made a girl grow up
A Mother influenced a career choice
Step one of a career was accomplished
Thanks to letters from a Mother
Reuniting brought comfort
Tears flowed from a Daughter
A Daughter had wished she'd listened
Cause now things are different
She's far from a mother
And misses her through distance
A Mother raised a daughter well
A Trial and Tribulation hell
Unforgettable wounds are healed
By unforgettable forgivable minds
Daughter's tears are dried
By Mother's who've also cried
A heart is at ease
Unconditional Love has been achieved.
Dedication to A Mother.
Every Day is Mothers Day.
Happy Mother's Day.
I Love You Mom.
Whinging is contagious around here,
I just never met Mr. Right, my dears,
But I have met some right players,
Like loverat Mr. Liar,
or Mr. *******, too bad,
Then there is Mr. Player,
or Mr. *******, too bad,
Then there is Mr. Douchebag,
Yes, whinging is contagious here,
Too bad I never met Mr. Right, my dears,
Never mind, that's enough,
Being bullied toughens you up!
The clouds in their clothes
Rock and roll, swirl and twirl
With mighty might grace
The moon in her race
Salutes the skies, toughens ties
Attraction that dyes
Even tiny eyes
Captures these moments up high
As the sun's tail dyes
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Contest Name October Sky (three headed haiku)
No words can describe what you do to me
You inject in me some sort of venom-like sweetness
Mind and body erase
Making room for feeling and admiration
On my side of thought, you merely despise me
You leave me in melancholy wonder
Melting me like a candle, I become so low
And burn all the more!
Because this wax in me is lathered in your substance
Sometimes I wonder if you are made of venom at all
Sometimes I bring myself to believe. . .
That you are sweet. . .
And you want me to enjoy it
Why I suffer so profusely I cannot tell
Why I allow myself to believe
That I may love you
Only toughens my doubt of a shell
Perhaps I never loved you
Or perhaps I do more and more everyday
And the shell grows all the more fragile
I am low as can be in this room
This dreary, candlelit fantasy involving you
I age in a young body
Trapped in ancient pain
Wrapped in insipid, typical emotion
Bludgeoned with irrefutable doubt
Your very few words burn me
Melting me into nothing. . .
But when I am finally blown out
I have no choice but to harden
Sometimes I return tall
Other times I remain small
I wonder which one you prefer
Welcome boys and girls, in my class you need to be,
Want to know how to get low, then you just follow me,
First ignoring everything your ma and pa did say,
That will be the first step, to get you on your way.
Now you need to sleep around and get yourself a name,
If you think your rough enough, you could go on the game,
Start it slow, just on the wine, take it nice and easy,
Don't forget to find a man, just make sure he's real sleazy,
Let him hit you round a bit and break your heart in two,
Now you see we're getting there, your starting to look blue,
Lesson toughens up a bit, it's time to add some gear,
Just a few times, that's enough, I've nearly got you dear.
Almost there, it's hard to bear, the fact you think you know
Just how hard, to climb back up, once you have got so low,
The moral of this story is, don't do just what I did,
If you heed a word I said, you'll stay a quite good kid.
Been blessed with a girl, so perfect, so small
then she says her first words in no time at all
pull up your socks theres a new world called school
her teachers complain, She's acting the fool
a boy's caught her eye, she's now on cloud nine
but I,m only sixteen, don't be scared, we'll be fine!
the hurt and the pain as the baby stays sleeping
not meant to be, I say as I'm weeping
times a great healer as she soon bounces back
three grandchildren later, she's now got the knack
now in wedded bliss, and studying hard
she never looks back, there's no sympathy card
life toughens you up in the harshest of ways
and my love is all yours till the end of my days