Blackhearted

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the fairest of them all?
Black is her heart
corrupt lies on her lips
she taunts
she tantalizes
she will bury you in the crypt.
Never bothering to learn a thing
she built an empire
on cheap promises
on broken desires
on the backs of those
she holds in contempt.
With ebon hair piled high
startling saphire eyes
carmine lips ready to kiss
this witch laughs at all.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the wickedest of them all?
Learned at the knees of a King
brutal
abusive
not love and fairness.
Icy tears freeze on her cheeks
as she looks over it all
fires burn
men have spurned
her kingdom for their own.
Battering rams
evil intent
just as she was taught
no matter how fair
no matter how wicked
women never come out on top.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 19/18
Picture via:  Photo by Ali Marel on Unsplash
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When Boredom Breaks

**This is not indicative of anything that I am going through. It is what flowed from my fingers as I began to type.**

When first we met

I was blinded…..

by your sweetness

by your tenderness

by the words you spoke to me.

As time did pass

I began to feel uncertain.

Small things began to bother me….

the snide smiles

the jokes that were not jokes

your friends always near

the laughter that followed me from the room.

Finally I confronted you

I asked what game was this you played?

You hemmed and hawed

assuring me this was true love

but my misgivings grew

doubt gnawing at my heart.

Today the truth finally became clear

when she came to see me

your wife

a bitter smile on her face.

This had been an elaborate hoax

made to make me fall

for no other reason

than a bet made

on a hot summer day

when boredom slayed all.

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Fade Away

Standing

looking outward

seeing only markers

fluorescent orange flags

flutter in the wind

as the square shrinks inwards.

I stare upwards

seeing shapes within the clouds

it is better than looking around me

seeing the moiety

which is so unfair.

At one time we all shared

we all cared

but no longer is that true

as each one fights for a bigger piece of the pie

and I am left struggling alone here.

Soon the space I stand within

will be overrun

stolen away

by the cruelty of man’s desire

for having more

regardless of how it is acquired.

With so little left to conquer

with so little left to divide

I watch in silence as the plains shatter

a tear falling

scalding

and I disappear.

Picture via: Photo by Tommy Lisbin on Unsplash

 

 

 

Oink Oink

He sits upon a rusted throne
tarnished circlet upon his brow
sycophants whispering
filling his mind
with images of greatness
of cities trembling at his feet.
Fed a steady diet of sins:
Gluttony.
Pride.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Lust.
Envy.
Greed.
No one dared to call him to task.
No one made him face reality.
Bloated he became
feeding upon the fear
the hatred
the despair
the injustice perpetrated.
People turned away
not wanting to catch his eye
as it could mean games in the pit
or death at his feet
dependent upon the hour of the day.
He pranced along
seeing streets of gold
not the pocked ruins of stone
delighted that all were scared of him
glorying in his power
until that fateful day
when a child saw through him.
‘Mama who is that ugly little man? 
Why does he caper?
Is he a joker?
A clown?
Who is he mama?
And why is he so mean?’
Mama burned a brilliant red
shushing her darling dear
but too late
he had heard
his head turning to see
the small voice that caught his ear.
Beckoning with crooked fingers
he called the child forth
making her stand upon the dias
waiting for the tears to start.
The whimpers
the pleas
the begging for more.
More time.
More life.
More everything.
She stood looking at him
head cocked to the left
than to the right
and finally straight on
as she met his eyes.
‘You are nothing but a bully boy.
A disgrace.
A man without meat.
You know not love
you know not faith
you really are a shoat’
And with those fateful words
that little man shrank
and in his place
stood a tidy pig
with a bewildered look upon its face.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 16/18
Photo by Austin Guhl on Unsplash

Greatest Treasure

As parents we are given responsibilities:

We need to guide our children.

We need to teach them.

We need to instill morals.

We need to nourish their imaginations

and in return

are given the greatest of gifts.

A child’s love is pure.

It knows no boundaries.

It comes in all colors of the rainbow

and when allowed to flourish

it is an unending love that

is unconditional

given freely.

Yet there are those

women and men

who will take a child’s love

twist and betray it

by putting their needs

their desires first.

Such selfish behaviour

destroys the unconditional love

destroys the relationship

and ultimately will destroy the child’s belief in self worth.

Our children are our greatest treasures

we need to hold them tight

while they allow us

for though their love is always ours

their time will not be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blind Men

‘I never lied!’

The headlines cried

when they decided to put him away.

Thinking that all he had to do

to change the world

was break it

than remake it

the way he saw it in his head.

All turned blind eyes

pretending not to see

the nefarious plots

he put into motion

dangers that he created

until finally

it could be ignored no more.

When the wild mad man

began to cut off the fingers in the pie

it was time for him to go.

‘I never lied’

he cried aloud

‘not once did I never speak true.’

And were one to go back

and read all the papers

they would read…..

he had announced

each and every one of his plans

they were just too blind to see.

**Picture via: Photo by Elijah O’Donell on Unsplash

 

Shipwreck

Neon lips
speak empty platitudes
promises remain broken
handshakes are used to test a man’s mettle
while rights and laws
are raped and repealed.
Eyes haunted with indignity
unable to fathom the signs seen
children kept captive in cages
poked and prodded
as though they were dogs up for sale.
Pimps and abusers
walking the canyon walls
sere each consciousness with fear
besting each one with only one word:
‘boogeyman’.
Who is this boogeyman that they fear?
Is he a God?
Is he a Devil?
Nay he is  a mere man
with power in his hands
desrtuction in his heart
amoral
his heros are other men
who have bullied
petrified
pillaged
murdered
and no one shall stand.
Lost in a becalmed sea
water surrounding all sides
sharks can smell the founting blood
all they need to do
is wait for the ship to go down.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 13/18
Picture via: Photo by Anton Repponen on Unsplash