Mishandle

Have you witnessed?

Have you heard the words

rolling from his tongue?

Chanting

pontificating

orating

while all stand

mouths agape.

Holy roller

shaking

convulsing

the spirits entering

as he mishandles

the snakes.

Shaking with mirth

(stunned at the audacity)

tears fall as humor is found

(fear and pain intertwined)

the testimony of a clown

(how did it come to this?)

hell bent on destroying

(reimagining a plutocratic society)

all that democracy has built.

 

Photo by Craig Whitehead on Unsplash

 

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Rending

Locked in my mind
vicious voice
rending my soul
my belief
in self.
Denouncing the strength
the knowledge
riding over affirmations
burying them in the cemetary dark.
I am lost
I am tired
I am afraid
to look down this road once more.
My knees shatter
I offer up beseechment
leave me alone this time
I won’t fight the next.
Thick mimosia
clinging
wrapping
entangling
knock me from my feet
blood flows
tears collapse
as I shudder beneath.
You silly bitch
hissing voices scream
you have no control 
you have no ability
to rid yourself of me.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 18/18

Never Fear

Yawning abyss
toes curled at the edge
staring downwards
can I fly?
Will my dreams hold me?
I leap
over the precipice
feeling the current
soar beneath my wings
I glide forth
my heart touched soft
knowing you are near.
Swooping
diving
catch me in your arms
show me I have nothing to fear
for you are not the callous one
but a lover dear.
Downward spiral
wings wrapped around
holding me safe
snapping upright
into the breeze
flying high above
but cradling me near.
One two
you will never let go
you want to show your worth.
Three four
beats on the floor
dancing
around and around.
Darling of mine
shine baby shine
never more
will you fear the morrow
for I shall always be at your side.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 10/18
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Curtain Call

Dejection.

Despair.

Written on my face

as I watch you circle the room

glad handing

compliments reigning down

on all the unsuspecting clowns.

I try to hide the feelings

try to maintain a dignified silence

while inside

my heart breaks.

How can you not notice?

Not realize?

Do you not see the woebegone  look on my face?

I hide myself in the corner

behind a pillared post

tears gathering on my cheeks.

Allowing myself a moment of sadness

before reentering the world stage.

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Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.

 

 

 

Orator

His task

so simple

anyone could have done it

but he

oh no not he

for flim fhlam was his game.

Blowing smoke

lies built greatness again.

Words flow with passion

words that they need to hear

thinking that easily done

would be to curb his passions dear.

Chains snapped

whips crack

eyes wide open in horror

for they had been wrong

so very wrong

about how he would play.

A new king arises

enslaving the world

he showed his true colors

when he deviated from the path.

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Nothingness

Tears seep
tracing the curve of my cheek
trailing
salty kisses on my lips
pondering
why I feel this way?
Nothing wrong
no sense of impending doom
imagination
spiraling out of control
when I know
I may have pushed too far?
Overstepping
infamous for I am
reading too much
into too little
building my fairy tales
only to knock them down.
Self destruction.
I am not crazy.
I am not insane
even though I portray myself this way.
Easier to hide
behind a sinister mask
than brimming with bright smiles
allowing the hurt
to become a dull throb
one I cannot placate.
Never crumble
never fall
ideas ingrained in my mind
not worth it
undeserving
voices playing over and over again.
Happiness
ever fleeting
skims through my life
touching lightly
only to bounce off
leaving me bereft
clutching at faded memories
of time we spent.
Hopelessness
sadness
raging pain
loss
fear
the emotions I live with
every day.
Does it get better?
Does it ever end?
This feeling of……
nothingness.
©Jay-lyn Doerkson
July 8/18