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R. Denise Stone Poem
Now anger had come to penetrate me, and evil has come to kiss me softly...tension exploded my v***** to squirt waterfalls of mayhem.
I try to close my legs but find that I have been impregnated with a vengeance and her twin disappointment.
I begin to birth vengeance and disappointment into existence and now hungry, they nurse on catastrophe and burp revenge!
Lately, anger seems to be having an affair with me sporadically. As I persist to break up, anger beats me with torture!
I awake from uncertainty and get hit with despair. Now I try to reconcile with such wickedness, too late anxiety forces my hands.
I gasp for air and anger now emerges to propel me into a whirlwind of confusion followed by malignant chaos.
As the end is far from over, my nightmare truly begins as anger passes me like a blunt to atrocious
This whole situation is agonizing, as atrocious has the audacity to use vengeance and disappointment against me.
My blood is boiling with animosity, my rancor behavior is at a point of no return.
I gorgonize from this whole ordeal and feel trapped. I feel like I’m bobbling just to get a deep breath
Suddenly, a familiar spirit arises with resentment and rejection. Both, I’ve known far too long. I try to stand up, weak, but I manage.
Maintaining to hold my head high, anger whispers in my ear, get ready they are coming.
Without hesitation in my present situation, I run! I run as fast as I can. I now am on the floor because anger has tripped me so burden and fear could catch up with me.
I crawl and I crawl to manage in the dark to make it around the corner and find a spot to hide. Devastated and distraught, I finally start to rise from the floor to see demise laughing at me.
Copyright © R. Denise Stone | Year Posted 2023
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R. Denise Stone Poem
A Wise Woman
They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie treats and dogma. Ladies, let me give you the T with your Danish. Excuse me while I arrange my dress, so you won’t undress my unholy ways with your grotesque eyes. Unless you’re distressed and under religious duress, if not then I digress.
Disdained, but my head is held high. Once upon a time, I drowned in biblical verses filled with curses. I tried to stay afloat but struggled to deal with a defiled bed. I had to give head on Sunday but realized I was headed for self-destruction but had to still keep the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. For whatever it’s worth.
As a First Lady, I was always instructed to be a wise woman. following Proverbs made problematic predictions for me. I ended up impregnated under false fallacies. To a Jack and Jill went up the hill fables constantly in my ear. The Layman stays late to receive prayers while the holy enjoy extra curriculum, and activities anointed by god.
Copyright © R. Denise Stone | Year Posted 2023
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