Recalling that day,
That she made me stay,
To hear her devastating staccato,
Sounding like the buzz of a mosquito.
I had to board the bus late,
That totally changed my fate.
I had gone home placated,
Just like someone forced to vacate.
As the bus moved down the street,
I continually felt a hit,
Telling me to alight,
Though in a life-threatening fright.
Ignoring the storm,
I continued my journey home.
Suddenly, the bus stopped to pick up a man—
OMG! It was that strange man.
A man who had been pronounced dead,
After being killed by the robot he made.
Screams rose from every direction,
Like a movie filled with action.
The man walked slowly toward me,
Holding a knife, pressured to be like a key—
Threatening to kill
Anyone who would not assure his will.
Fate was pronouncing me dead,
Each heartbeat skipping its thread.
For I was the only one
Who had never won
Any battle besides being born.
The Rising of the Ocean
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising
Glaciers are melting as are ice caps
Global warming wants some refining.
Sadly Earth is craving devising
Planets climate is reaching climax
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising.
Humankind must do their revising
For now is the time to up the act
Global warming wants some refining.
Ensuing days are traumatising
For future generations that's fact
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising.
To breathe we so need tree investing
Too many have been felled in the past
Global warming wants some refining.
Our world badly wants redesigning
Changes brought on must be made to last
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising
Global warming wants some refining.
22nd April 2021
( Poem Form - Villanelle )
…………
"Brown Bottle"
A slap on the other cheek,
As she surrenders to the non stop abuse,
The scars on her face so visible,
Not even make up can do the trick,
They scream and shout for help,
But no one comes to their rescue,
Its another battle in hell,
For he has a "bottle" in his hand,
The stench of desperation reeks,
All over his now useless body,
And disgusting mouth with yellow teeth,
He is under the devil's wing,
He feels powerful,
Powerful enough to raise his hands,
And slap the mother of his children,
It seems the "bottle" is now his friend,
Who can wipe the tears on the toddler's face?
Its a very traumatising time indeed,
For the brown bottle is in control.......
Author Dana Redricks
June 10, 2019
Our past does not define
who we are it took a long
time for me to see
The traumatising actions
of others had nothing to
had nothing to do with me
All my life searching for
acceptance not realizing
I had the best of all
approvals living on the
inside of me
Like a wounded I have
endured many battles of
unending wars
Battles within and outwards
ones too
people can't choose our destiny
that is up to you and me
Today I choose to move
forward and not live in
defeat
I am not defined by past
my past has shape me
into the person I am
Have you ever watched a loved one die
Have you ever wished a loved one rather really died
To witness the one you knew in his might slowly become an enervated zombie
It is heart wrenching.
A miniature Atlas I esteemed his world high
Held it up to where it touched lips with the sky
Godlike in my eyes
He was devine,majestic,cool
Celestial,I looked up to him
His capabilities ran infinite
It was the saddest to find out one day that the one I thought could do no wrong,erred.
It is a must that we all eventually come to a revelation that all our idols are mere men of flesh
But to have them fall and shatter to pieces of rock
It is traumatising to a boy
God couldn't you have spared me the same fate
Stumbling in through the doors late in the nights
Eyes red
Reeking of alcohol
Rambling on
All pathetic
Tragic
I swear the sight of you in a coffin could have scarred me less
Where is the person I knew
You are here but not really
Have you ever watched a loved one die
Have you ever wished a loved one rather really died
To witness the one you knew in his might slowly become an enervated zombie
It is heart wrenching.
A miniature Atlas I esteemed his world high
Held it up to where it touched lips with the sky
Godlike in my eyes
He was devine,majestic,cool
Celestial,I looked up to him
His capabilities ran infinite
It was the saddest to find out one day that the one I thought could do no wrong,erred.
It is a must that we all eventually come to a revelation that all our idols are mere men of flesh
But to have them fall and shatter to pieces of rock
It is traumatising to a boy
God couldn't you have spared me the same fate
Stumbling in through the doors late in the nights
Eyes red
Reeking of alcohol
Rambling on
All pathetic
Tragic
I swear the sight of you in a coffin could have scarred me less
Where is the person I knew
You are here but not really
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