Word of the Day Challenge #45-Untitled Poem

Dressed in black
head to toe
blending with the shadows
moving with stealth
light on the feet
hide quick
here comes the guard!
Shuffle along endless corridors
never finding an end
a door that will open
letting in light
chasing away the nightmare
that this life has become.
Bended knee
all hail the three headed king
who cannot
should not
have a chance to speak.
Someone…..
Anyone…..
cut off their heads.
Hydras are feared
created
should three heads become six
well shit
may as well admit
it is all undone.
Bidden
you do not understand the mission
scout you shall
plan we will…..
Lop off its heads…..
Kill the beast…..
Let real men arise
with answers…..
fix the problems
the red beast derived.
For Freedom.
For Self Respect.
For Truth.
Give unto the people
their power
fear the scourge they shall begin.
©July 23/19
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Abide

Tip toe through the tulips
gripping your crown
see the clown dancing
swaggering
strutting
prancing
along the avenue
trickling bones
from his finger tips.
Furtive glances
side long smiles
see how they grin
believing
understanding
(or so they thought)
no one would see passed…..
Can can dancers
slight of hand
magic sparkles
thrown in the air
drowning
hiding
cloaking
dastardly deeds played out.
Wide mouthed smiles
banalities uttered
false truths waved around.
White flags
give unto the enemy
hand it over
freedom
currency spent
deposited into the coffers of aliens…..
whilst brave men
audacious men
fight for reality
fight for equality
fight for authenticity
fight to live life
fight to right the wrongs.
Wishes become horses
beggers do ride
time has come…..
Finally
all shall abide…..
©June 17/19
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Moral Bankruptcy

***The 2nd of two poems submitted and rejected by The New Yorker. ****
When demons do fight
with knives and chains
looking to eat the masses.
Talons crooked
deep within the chest
attached to the godly soul
draining it of emotion.
The pain and despair
candy upon their lips
as they feed upon those
who litter the entryway to hell.
All who have claimed thy kingdom come
wake within sulfuric pits
burning within
burning without
paying for their sins.
It was hard to fathom
a great shock
gasps of alarm
upon awakening at Satan’s gate.
Voices wailed
decrying their goodness
their godliness
they did all they could to be true to the Lord’s word.
They trod on the rights of women.
They stamped down the rights of the LGBT.
They dismissed children whose voices
rose
calling them all assholes.
Cleansed the land of all those not alike.
But that was what we were taught
upon the knees of our fathers
and grandfathers.
There must be a mistake.
No mistakes here
only men who will now muster
confederates to their crimes
and they shall try to seize the demons place
only to discover there is another bottom to hell.
March 18/18
Photo by Ian Stauffer on Unsplash

Dissension

Silent dragons flare
screaming across the sky
acid iciness raining down
as all do bend
with righteous fear.
Afraid to raise one’s head
to voice opinions true
worried that the axe will fall
and corruption will still brew.
Stare ahead
brow creased with concern
fingers tapping an SOS
as the world turns to blood.
Rivers rising
fields dying
supplies deficient
as spoken promises
spiral through the air
disipating.
As a toddler whose toy is taken
screams and beats his fists
he throws himself upon the funeral pyre
without it being lit.
This horror playing upon the stage
is but a man
and not a demigod
as he does believe.
Once the world is torn asunder
no one left to degrade
sights will turn from unbeaten foes
to enemies seen at his feet.
Scouring.
Killing.
Emptying.
Glee incalculable.
Annihilating
any who dare to dissent.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen