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Karen Bryson-Lewis Poem
I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their widest apex,
ridiculously lends support to your “jokerish”
smile overly exaggerated in a…
Carol Channing kind of muse.
It seems your purse a revolving door
to his wants, has an ideally broken clasp…
Your shoulder, a never ending
tissue to his every sorrow should be waterlogged.
Which stands to reason why your legs
stretched open as wide as the earth’s axis,
“she-doggedly-in-heat” sniffs attention from him
and remains open like an all night 7-11 just to
provide “respite” in the name of “friendship”.
You find joy in slinking and scurrying through
the misfortunes and/or gains in our life,
all the while professing your love to him
and masticating on a stolen covenant
you have orchestrated in destroying.
There is no sector of my day
allowing me peace and escape from your
treachery and continued debauchery.
Your hair once a mousy shade of brown
now waxes blond in your further attempt
to assure he remains suckled at your breast
knowing his lust for blond haired, blue eyed
women that are six shades lighter than my ebony hues.
There is though, an appellative to my anguish,
which recoils from my tongue at
any attempt to voice this rage.
Escalating anger marinates and broils within
my breast as your ubiquitous presence
in my life has finally left me little strength
and no shelter from the uncloaked
vicious pain searing me to the core
in this deep abyss I have found myself in…
Unleashed fury beckons me, reaching back beyond now
when day was night and night was only imagined
barely controlling this hate and
the exigency to extract myself
from this nefarious, cheap, vaudevillian
show, which no longer can be ratiocinated
through your insipid lies before I...
Can’t imagine your expending this much
energy with your own household or husband because
you’re always living and breathing in mine!
Contempt has a name…and its malodor is…Linda.
Copyright © Karen Bryson-Lewis | Year Posted 2006
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Karen Bryson-Lewis Poem
Why can't you hear my plea?
My soul screams for the release your binds
won't allow...
The echoing depths of my second
self...reaching, wanting to explore...
to search for and to find...to capture and
recapture...to hold...
Wanting to find the real me...
the true me...needing me...whole..wanting...
still searching...hoping...ME...
You never noticed that I slipped into a half
person...a shadow...
Never relinquishing all I could be...
all I could attain...only a whisper!
An imagery of what you want me to be!
Caught in a prism, all angles reflecting,
coinciding, but none penetrable enough to
experience or to know my inner-self...even
when my voiceless face stood frozen...
WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR MY PLEA...
MY SOUL SCREAMS...
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Karen Bryson-Lewis Poem
I want to get lost in your heart and have you find me there…
I want to taste you…again…and allow you to strip me bare of my inhibitions.
I want to be so close to you that you cannot tell where my heartbeat ends
and yours begins….
I want to curl my fingers through your hair while pulling you close to me…
and watch your mustache twitch in amusement.
I want to wrap my thighs around you
and elicit the mischievous dancing light in your eyes…
You won’t be able to resist me, I am addictive like chocolate…
I want to tremble in anticipation of your touch
and wallow in the secret pleasure that we can share stolen moments.
I want to pulsate in imagined pleasures as I watch you from across the room…
I want to remain child like in my eagerness for…
just a smile from you each day.
I want to cover you with chocolate kisses beginning with your sensuous mouth
and ending…
You won’t be able to resist me, I am addictive like chocolate…
I want to languish in the deep intensity of your stare which melts my very core
because so soon you have become..
The sun that warms my inner thighs…
The starlight that makes going to sleep each night complete…
The rain that cools my lust and the snowflakes that keep me forever young…
I want to dip my fingers in the essence that is you while easing all of me…
Into the yet unexplored secrets that are you…
Oh, and by the way…
You won’t be able to resist me, I am addictive like chocolate…
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Karen Bryson-Lewis Poem
You graze on compliments
yet sour like rotten grapes
when all is not centered on you.
The tuning fork between your ears
perks up at the mere mention of…
“your” name for any accomplishment.
Odd that you have become deaf
and mute should any accolade become
remotely attached to my success…
As if our world would implode
due to lack of recognition towards only you.
I watch you wither and wilt
as if your oasis has been sucked dry.
How remiss of me not to recognize
the macabre smile tightening your eyes
as I rise higher to thunderous applause.
You are the master of machination.
A true emperor of deceit and manipulation
and I despise my weakness for…
loving any part of you that keeps
me held captive with false hope
and insatiable lust…
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You brought your hands to me held open like little cups.
Your expression like the sunlight,
what I saw were their emptiness...
You grinned explaining that they held your dreams.
I walked outside to the garden with you…
and buried your hand full of dreams in the back yard...
Buried them beneath my dreams, beside my laughter,
which lay next to my undanced songs...
The next day you gave me a cup filled with your tears...
and I poured them into a vase holding the Calla Lilies,
then handed you a handkerchief...
One day you stretched out your arms wanting a hug -
as I walked past...ignoring you.
I was dreadfully ill and you placed your teddy bear
"Promise" next to me for comfort...
I pushed your "Promise" out of sight and onto the floor...
You asked me what was love…
I said that its kept safely in one's heart but I wasn’t sure...
You shouted you would gladly give me your heart...
I looked at you, pulled the covers over my head and died.
Lying alone beneath the earth, your tears, smiles and
hugs buried here too…now keep me company...
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I looked into the eyes of my son and saw emptiness.
An emptiness that his life held no meaning…
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw hurt.
Hurt that his father refused him until he was grown.
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw hunger.
A young man eager to find his own way and strengths.
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw anger.
Anger that the men during my lifetime soaked me dry like a sponge.
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw confusion.
Confusion that his mother, beautiful and giving could allow it.
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw regret.
Regret that he was responsible for some very costly mistakes.
I looked into the eyes of my son and saw rebellion.
Rebellion that made him smoke, drink, steal and worse.
I looked into the eyes of my son and returned love.
Love to envelop his hurt and shower away his pain.
I looked into the eyes of my son without judgment.
Judgment would only hinder and he needed guidance.
I looked into the eyes of my son with prayer.
Praying that he’d see into my soul and find peace…
My son then looked into my eyes and finally saw me…
…and laid down the gun.
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