Word of the Day Challenge #55-Untitled Poem

Howling at the moon
mange eaten dog
baying strength
snapping at rivals
sure
so very sure
of its place in the pack.
Alpha.
Believed to be.
Joker.
Even that is an insult.
To the Joker.
Manipulator.
Manipulated is more like.
Stroke that ego.
Play to its insecurities
puffed up pride
strut like a peacock
one has to wonder
what is it like to live in its world?
Throwing money around
rippling like water
talk so loud
inane mutterings
seriously
is he insane?
Narcissism.
Grandiose claims
of being bigger than any god
past
present
or
future.
Claims have been floated
of how popular he is
(was) 
leading the world anew
rebuilding
strengthening the walls
keeping out the riffraff
or so he claims.
Question? 
Over here:
lean forward
eager to spew
indoctrinated passive voice.
Loved by the man
adored by thousands of women
all children want to be his.
Yes
Yes
is there a question in this?
How did a man such as he
adored
desired
(maligned)
much maligned
by those who do not know
(do not understand)
how is it….. 
please do explain…..
he lost those millions 
had to be crowned 
by his peers
only now to implode?
Straighten from the podium
mouth slitted in rage
arm out
finger pointing
let’s go
it is time to leave.
Point has been made
flashed across the screen
even with no answer forthcoming.
Minds begin to stir
awakening from dubious air
time for change
it’s a’comin’.
©August 31/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #54-Untitled Poem

***This poem is a continuation of Sister’s Shade and Bitter Spectre . Again these poems deal with sensitive issues.***
Flesh 
stretched taut over broken skull
eyes sunken
forever looking inward
escaping mirrored glare.
Life went down in a flash
fire burned 
she wanted to forget.
To run away.
Gaunt
sinew and muscle
consumed as fuel.
She huddles
invisible
hidden
hair over face
teeth cracked
decayed
falling out…..
broken
blackened
hurting in her head.
They ground her.
Keep her feeling pain.
Gashes in her arms
festering pus glows
never enough to kill herself
do any lasting harm.
She had luck.
Always found.
Always cradled.
Always…..
brought back from the brink of hell.
She tried.
Put herself in danger.
Ripped open her veins.
Drank to oblivion and beyond.
Took drugs and more.
Every time
she awoke to the same living nightmare.
One she knew well.
The view never changed.
Her eyes flutter open
pain ripping through anew
bending over her
face twisted in anguished wail
eyes blackened with rage
sister soul eater
her revenge…..
©August 30/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #53-Untitled Poem

Languid loneliness
stretching rays of sadness
crossing bleak landscape
shrouded with shadows
stumbling
numbed existence
will this ever end?
or am I to wander
aimlessly
fruitlessly
crossroad decisions
made in a thrice?
Beguiling mists of forgetfulness
maze of deceit
wandering befuddled
a wasteland
pockmarked visage
dangerous
take not my eyes from the truth.
Mirage built from sand
time malleable in the wilds
winds wicking away thoughts
before a chance is had to anchor.
Listless
deadened eyes scan the horizon
incapacitated
cut off from the emotions of my mind.
I become lost
tangled in the ribbons of weave
hung
center stage
for all to focus on.
Sadness
a midnight cloak
face inward
face outward
play time is here
come on
smile my dear.
©August 29/19
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BLC-Post

Dianna over at Thriving Not Surviving has created a new blog called Best Life Collaborative. Much as with Flyhiee I post there every other Thursday. Here though I write about life. Myself. Tember. (I use his full name in the posts on BLC) Relationships. And lessons. What I have learned. I have not shared any of these posts here but today is the day………I would like to share with you today’s post:

Hip Hip Horrah!

 

Tranquil Fluidity

Wind whipped hair
waves cresting
slamming into the shore
spumes spraying
soaking my toes.
I can no longer go on
can no longer cheer
I am so tired
I am so alone
I am so……
scared.
Embarking upon a journey
into heart
into health
into self
unsure what I am going to find
who I am going to find
only know that I must go on
discover what I may
about this strange woman I see in the mirror.
A smarter
stronger
resilient woman
one who cries at movies
one who laughs with no regard
as to how others are going to see her.
No longer am I an errant child
unable to see my way.
I reach out
tentative at first
with growing confidence
taking hold of my dreams
taking charge of my destiny.
No longer do demons chew
upon my nightmares
spewing black
vile poison
seeping into my pores
burning through my senses.
I found freedom.
I found my truth.
I found forgiveness.
I found peace. 
©August 28/19
Picture is mine.
Matlock Beach 2019

Word of the Day Challenge #52-Untitled Poem

Come one come all
we have no age restrictions
there are rides here for everyone.
Games to delight the young ones
Tunnel of Love
for all the wicked ones.
Blood red heart
valentine cartoon shape
pierced through with barbed arrow
can you see
the blood oozing from the hole
rather graphic is it not?
Canvas creaks
ropes strain
wind creeps up whistling
clown faces loll
dressed in frowns
back away
turn and run.
Skip through the darkness
heart raging in your chest
panic rising
squeals caught in your throat
do not look back for you shall see
there is no escape
they are gaining on you.
Welcome new comer 
join our dance
the Circus of Horrors 
crowds into your thoughts.
Raging fear
eyes rolling back
thunder cracks
lightening rolls against darkened skies
torrential downpour
peppers your skin
hail the size of golf balls
next you know
the grass arises.
Awaken silver collar around
weak
salivating
smell dark blood
old blood around
canine teeth
deep growl
part of the Circus you have become.
©August 27/19
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Bitter Spectre

**This is a continuation from Sister’s Shade. I did not plan for it to be a continuation but the voices have informed me they have other plans. Again this poem deals with sensitive issues.**

Rage
black tinged gold
crimson blankets silver
molted yellows caress copper
shifting the coins from hand to hand
weight
unconscious of redistributing
subtle stance of defense
noticed not
when their paths did cross.
Sneer
luscious lips
swagger as he walks away
lawyer wearing thousand dollar suit
nary a glance her way.
Stinging
abraded thighs
eyes gloom
stitched to the floor
syllables mono when they came.
No one made the connection.
No one ever would.
Still
her sister’s Shade hissed
coiling around her heart
wrapping talons in her mind
settling over her
cold death sweater
her fury left undone.
Tears collect
unbidden
unfallen
diamonds in the sky
sudden retching
voiceless howl to the moon.
Voices collect
nightmares sinking into her psyche.
Doctors in.
Doctors out.
No privacy.
Words driven into questions
hang in the air
waited upon the words
hanging unspoken on her lips
her desire to speak
driven away by the black angst
her revenge still not done.
Cold shadows gather
huddle in the corners
drool pooling beneath
striking barbs
they await.
©August 27/18
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