From behind her Tina yelled ‘Boo’
no clue as to what that might do
Watched in unspeakable horror
her aging sister pitched forward …
Tina’d like a happy ending
~ no time left for mending
Have you ever felt like crying, you didn’t know why,
you just felt the need, to sit there and cry.
With a heart so heavy, a feeling so blue,
you have no idea, what’s come over you.
As the tears swell up, in your heart you feel,
so many different emotions, how there all so real.
As we begin to experience, things we cannot speak,
as in our hearts, the answer we do seek.
Unspeakable things, all combined together as one, you see,
to put your finger on it, it just cannot be.
We go off to ourselves, and in the silence we hide,
there we find our safe place, where we can abide.
Now, all alone, in our silence you see,
the Spirit of God, comforts you and me.
When the tears are over, it’s back to life we go,
those thing’s that’s hard to understand, is what helps us grow.
When I feel the need to cry, it’s in the silence you see,
because I know, thats where the Spirit of God will be.
No woman cares if you are not mature,
Only care when she can't in bed endure;
The reckless field between thigh,
Your dribbling skills roam so nigh
To give joy........... Maturity can not cure.
I open my mouth
My anger spills out
I say things I don’t mean
And mean things I won’t say
Damage
Oh such damage
Strangers or friends
Words I can’t defend
Family is broken
From words that I’ve spoken
When will it end?
Damage
Too much damage
So conflicted
I’ve inflicted
So much hurt
So much pain
Words like weapons
Sharper than knives
Killing dreams
Shredding lives
Damage
Unjustified
Unspeakable
Damage
Bludgeoning words
Shattered spirits
Wounded hearts
Crippled lives
Killing words
Chilling words
Handful of syllables
Damage
Joy Unspeakable
Culminate since birth, sprung opened trials,
hither, somewhat tither, consequence waits,
opportune knock as an opened door smiles,
means of one's worth misery, rapture rates.
Character, their drawn portion brings about,
steadfastness accrued, witnessed by others,
contentment approves summation per clout,
worries cringe test, gladness is my druthers.
Cheerfulness wholehearted, sure of oneself,
planned groundwork correspond accurately,
prevailing arrangement fills some bookshelf,
groundbreaking moments burst rapturously.
Enchanting anecdotes, proving their ground,
recurrence linked praising is the best sound.
2021 February 25
*3rd Place*
CONTEST: Joy continuum
JUDGED: 2021 February 26
'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -'
~~Constance La France
The pain of an unspeakable is frightening,
Red eyes are darker.
Then the fallen red blood.
My healing eyes can't work aloud
Lazy but turtle never harmed us,
Deep blue up to the deep blue down,
Having life laying down.
Her nose suffering from a plastic straw,
My hands powerless but trying,
Sharp scissor over the nose, the slow try to go,
Her pain, her face and blood over the ship flipping emotion.
A painful time spend as a moment of its own,
Now straw is out of the nose,
Everywhere is blood but a silent happiness
My heart on balance very paused.
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
Had I tried and failed,
That would scarcely concern me,
Yet, I squandered my resources
Time and time again,
And failed so unnecessarily,
That is what so torments me.
I only wish I could contemplate
More than a mere handful
Of past achievements with pride
And satisfaction,
But even this paltry compensation,
Remains stubbornly beyond me.
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
The soldier looked out
To a landscape defiled,
And wondered, was he in hell.
Around him men lay
In unspeakable states,
Ravaged by bullet and shell.
How could this be
These men so alive
Now lay there dead in the mud,
His comrades and friends
Had suffered and bled,
Amid their corpses, he stood.
He thought why not him
For he had went too
Over the top with his mates,
Into the maelstrom
They went forward as one.
Now they lay, in unspeakable states.
Entry for STANDARD CONTEST NO 75,
ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES - Poetry Contest
16/3/2018, Placed 1st.
Jesus Brings Unspeakable Joy!
Jesus brings to all an unspeakable joy!
An abundant life in him, is for all to enjoy.
He brings a love when there’s emptiness.
The love that h e offers brings completeness!
Won’t you come and put your faith in him?
This can be the day for you to accept him1
He brings a peace and love worth finding!
All you ever need, he is now providing!
He’s what we all need or can ever hope for!
He’s the one worth living for!
By Jim Pemberton 11/18/17
And I sit here waiting,
Realising I am not to you what you are to me,
But still I sit in the false hope,
That you will make time, or at least remember-
When you touched me, how I felt-
The scent of my strawberry lips against your rough skin.
Utterly forbidden, but still we pressed
Your words and promises easily filled and were never kept,
And here I sit in my minds lie, that in a moment - our indecent times you will not forget.
Was it so easy for you to take me?
Or was I in a crises of 'love make-believe'?
You have scarred me with your silence-
But KNOW, I'm still here if you remember to taunt my heart with your unclear tease.
There is a lot of pain
Deep in my heart
Tears come down like a rain
As its been a painful art
Why such unbearable pain?
Which can’t be seen by anyone
Why such unspeakable pain?
Which can’t be felt by anyone....
I know people don’t care
But only shows fake concern
I know people don’t dare
To reveal truth in front
Though i want to share my feelings
There is no one to hear
But, life has many dealings
There is no other way except to bear....
Thus, it continues to happen
And the pain inside remains UNSPEAKABLE
They come out like tears
The only difference is that
Some people let them go like TEARS
While some try to hide then in their SMILE
My head is foggy,
My vision is blurry,
All my thoughts,
Make me worry
I'm not seeing clearly
I don't know what's
Gotten into me.
This isn't me
I can't describe it,
It's just one of those things
You just can't explain..
So we must learn to deal
With it.
Or so they say,
This too shall pass
Yet thoughts of
What if??????
Run through my brain..
It's driven me insane...
The pain that stains
Leaves one standing alone
.An nothing more
A DARKNESS HAS OVERSHADOWED ME WITH A SADNESS THAT IS
OVERWHELMING.
NUMBING MY SPIRIT, FREEZING MY SOUL AND LEAVING ME COLD.
LONELINESS DROPPED ON ME LIKE A HOT POTATO.
SHAKING ME INTO ISOLATION.
MY HEART IS SHATTERED AND MY MIND IS HALLUCINATING.
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE WAY I FEEL THEY SEEM TO DISAPPEAR FROM
MY MOUTH.
AFTER THE SHOCK LEFT MY BODY THE TEARS BEGAN TO FLOW FROM MY
EYES.
I SCREAMED UNCONTROLLABLY UNTIL I WAS BREATHLESS.
MY MIND BEGAN TO RACE AND MY HEART BEGAN TO ACHE.
ASKING MYSELF HOW MUCH MORE CAN I TAKE.
I WAS LEFT IN DISBELIEF BY SOMEONE THAT I CARE FOR SOMEONE THAT I
LEANED ON.
NOW I AM ALL ALONE DIGGING FOR ANSWERS TO WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED.
WHY HAS THIS COME ABOUT THE RUG HAS BEEN PULLED FROM UNDER MY
FEET.
WHERE MY HEAD AND THE GROUND SOON MEET.
WHAT MORE IS THERE FOR ME TO SAY BUT THAT I MUST CARRY ON EACH
DAY.
WHILE DARKNESS LURKS IN MY PRESENCE.
Sleeping in your crib, you were curled onto your side,
A thumb inside your mouth, a blanket cuddled in your arm.
Only 18 months old, your baby blue eyes so beautiful,
How could anyone bruise you this way, your innocence lost,
Who was it who hurt you like this, if only you could talk.
You take a bottle from me and nuzzle into my grasp,
I want to protect you from any more harm and pain,
All I can do right now, is love and care for you with all I have,
And give your medications that will make you strong again.
So I kiss you good night and place you back in your crib,
May your night be filled with good fairies and sweet dreams.
Then Social Services will take you away when you are well,
I only hope and pray that you will be safe now forever more.
**A true story from my Nursing career working in Pediatrics.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 19, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Children”
Won 8th place
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