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Tonya Belden Poem
When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf,
I will worship Thee
beyond belief.
Summer dances
across your skin,
when you are a leaf
and I am the wind.
When you are a leaf,
and I am the wind,
each passing day
I will return again.
If you desire
the warmth of the sun,
I will move the clouds
one by one.
You will feel the sun shine
for only Thee.
When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf.
When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf,
I will find you clinging
to a naked tree.
Colors distorted
by the changes of fall.
Still I will cherish you
most of all.
On a breeze I will carry thee
to all the places I've been,
When you are a leaf,
and I am the wind.
Copyright © Tonya Belden | Year Posted 2014
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Tonya Belden Poem
Sacrificial lullaby
Born to a soulless lady.
scar on mankind
the whore of Hades.
She dances as one with the fire.
Dancing round and round,
in her flaming gown,
chanting her desires
as she feasts on angel babies.
Cold as a valcanno
buried under ice
shadows in the snow
This infant sacrifice
has been salvaged from the womb
now must meet it's doom
To blind the adolescent mother's eyes.
Mouths of lies consume
the blood of innocence
doused in sweet perfume
they wear her flesh
in a masquerade
of regrets they have
and plans they've made
Infant,mother ,whore
each within itself
one from the other bore
all the photos on the shelf
she shares them with the fetus
sitting on her lap
the lullaby is sweetest
just before the eternal nap.
Copyright © Tonya Belden | Year Posted 2014
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Tonya Belden Poem
There is a crooked fork in Hinchmen Road,
Where ghosts are often present,
gathered around the beating post,
of a frightened female peasant.
Hinchmen Road is nowhere near,
any worldly destination.
One wrong turn and you'll disappear,
into a ghostly recreation.
Two centuries have nearly passed,
since her wrongful persecution.
She walks a winding foggy path,
still seeking retribution.
When travelers reach the fork in the road,
they must choose which way to go.
one path leads to nowhere,
the other is crawling with lost souls.
When my wife and I decided to take,
a well deserved vacation.
We found ourselves traveling along,
this passage to damnation.
I almost hit the fleeing witch,
in a rented SUV.
Then an angry mob empowered by God,
was coming after me.
I''m not you but you would probably do,
the same thing that I done.
I reached in my emergency pack,
and pulled out my loaded gun.
Shots rang out,my wife freaked out,
both of us were screaming.
The mob stood in my headlights,
illumination beaming.
A decrepit old guy with a patch on one eye,
and a pitch fork in his hand,
pointed at me and shouted with glee,
"He is a warlock,get that man!"
I drove right through the glowing blue,
disgusting ghostly figure.
But I hit the ditch when that crazy witch,
appeared in my rear view mirror.
My wife and I were not badly hurt.
I had a goose egg on my head.
But the haunting visions in the dark,
made me wish that I was dead.
They tied her to the beating post,
and pelted her with stones.
They listened to her whimper,
as she hung from broken bones.
They stabbed her with their pitchforks.
Poor thing just kept on breathing.
Which added to their conviction,
with the devil she'd been dealing.
They drug her bloody body,
across the rocky ground.
Then dug a grave in the fork,
and buried her six feet down.
From horse and buggy to the cars of today,
she has hijacked weary drivers,
and brought them to the fork in the road
in hopes that they might find her.
My wife and I got on our knees,
and begged the witch for mercy.
We swore to tell her story,
despite all controversy.
Yes it's true most would say,
I'm quite delusional.
Yet the fork in the road is one turn away,
for those who ridicule.
So if you're ever driving down,
a road you often travel,
and find yourself on an eerie path,
not paved or laid with gravel,
Bare witness to injustice,
expose the horrors that unfold.
For that is the only way to escape,
The Fork In Hinchmen Road.
Copyright © Tonya Belden | Year Posted 2014
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