Word of the Day Challenge #95-Untitled Poem

He was a great man
he was a beast
He helped all he came to him
he stole from those 
needing aid
He beget an empire
children of whores
He reigned with selflessness
he ruled with blood
iron maiden
killing his dissidents
his enemies.
He slew the innocent
gave voice to evil
clapped the devil on the back
black lit deals
money in the casket
leaving all others to cry
war mongering
battle lines drawn
time to batten down.
Top to bottom
great man
praises sung
full of lies
we knew the truth
we knew the reality
history will not be replayed
it was his time to die
of that I was sure.
©March 24/20
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Charred Existence

Pitter patter
I can hear
behind me
subtle shift
one pebble to another
 sharp response
building
 tangible darkness
bleeds from my fingertips.
Running
looking to hide away
to suffer not this pain
 to exhale
to harden this tell tale heart
 cease beating 
for faithless lovers deemed.
Breathe in
breathe out
sweet sorrow rising
 spiraling smoke
curtained twilight
  tears rain.
Reaching out
hands in plaintive plea
tormented by dreams
 carved beneath
ebony charred
 woeful mask.
No lover
no friend
shadowed in corners
 mocking me
hands taken…..withheld
 pushed aside…..
  forever…..
   forgotten.
©March 12/20
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Fun

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the burning ball of fire
There’s more to be seen than can ever be murdered
More to do than can ever be stabbed
Some say eat or be in a mental institute
Some say live and let death upon you
But all are agreed as they join the tornado
You should never take more than you steal
In the circle of death
It’s the wheel of sadness
It’s the leap of Russia
It’s the band of French
‘Til we find our place
On the path unwinding
In to the death hole
Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the drop
And some of us sail through our happiness
And some have to live with the fear
There’s far too much to take in that man’s brain

©March 1/20

****This is not my work. I corrected a few spelling errors otherwise this is exactly how it was written. When it was written I am not sure. Tember wrote this. Please bear in mind he is 11 years old.

****I spoke to him about it last night and Tember informed me his inspiration came from The Circle of Life song.****

Darkness Recedes

***I am not entirely sure what is setting me off but I am having a lot of different emotions roiling around in me. Of late some of my poetry is about reclamation of self and I apologize if the theme seems tedious. I have been thinking a lot about my breakdown at the end of 2017 and that as well has a bearing on my work. I am doing just fine and am in a great space. I do not want anyone to worry.***
Stretching
reaching for the sky
touch my toes
limber.
In the mirror
a woman I see
where once
I turned my eyes
looking
anywhere but there…..
Witch
Ogre
Booger
ugly I thought I was
no good
not worth
anything
to
anyone.
Crawled
mired in hidden rage
addiction sought
choked with sin
I did not want to die.
I did not know how to ask…..
how to say…..
Strength has left me
I need a hand
no longer this path can I walk.
Bleeding inside
torn to shreds
anyone 
please…..
Tides since turned
phoenix newly risen
glorying in my strength
in my abilities
greeting each day
with thoughts of joy
with thoughts of life.
Every year forward
leaves her behind
broken
battered
child that I was.
No longer carrying blackness.
No longer carrying pain.
No longer does living hurt.
Raise my face to the sun
basking in my gloried return.
©Feb. 25/20
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Flip the Finger at the World

Tap dance along
fingers snapping
snigger in the air
lips twisted
sardonic grin
knowing
planning
rape
pillage
tear the world apart.
Crocodile tears
sniffle in the handkerchief
promise those lies all over again
swear the wrong done
will never be done again
while yet
you still drum the purse strings
robbing from the people
you are to protect.
Seeking to be approved
surround yourself with boot lickers
whispers in your ear
‘so great
so wonderful
God’s answer to our prayers.’
The frequency with which deceit
fraudulent views
tripping with ease
smirking lips
abound
make so many wonder
what world you live in
where your reality differs so
from everyone else.
They always say…..
The greatest trick
the Devil did play
was to convince the world
he did not exist.
yet he tap dances in front of us
horns uncovered
while all else pretend not to see.
©Feb. 5/20
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Silenced Forever

***I feel that I need to preface this: I do not feel like this at all any more. This is a poem that is based upon the feelings that I had back in early 2018 when I was falling apart and rebuilding myself. Although this poem was written today the emotions are not the ones felt today. I am in a beautiful space in my life. Writing. Loving Myself. Parenting. Independence. Being Me. I do not want any of my readers to worry. I am awesome.****

Thorny tears
Wept upon stone gardens
Briared heart
Woven tight
Against intruders
Fingers grip
Mouth tightens
Scream silenced
Hidden in the shadows
Let not the monsters find me
I have run
I have fled
I have finally escaped
My bleeding past
The wraiths that haunt me
Only to be found once more
Haunting voices
Whispered in my ear
Talons dig
Shearing thorns
Straight to frail heart
Mauling
Tearing
Shredding
I fall
Forever manacled
Chains of rusted iron
Rage
Anguish
Never happiness
Some days
I wish my world would end
Nightmares would fade to concrete gray
Fantasies tattered remains
Float away
Awash in nothingness
Silence
Sweet Silence
Blessed be me.
©Jan. 31/20
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Harsh Reality

***There is a lot of anger here and I am not sure where it all came from. I thought this was going to be a cutesy poem about being little and it morphed big time. 
Once when I was little
I fell from the sky
bruised my knee
which a quick kiss
fixed.
Once when I was little
I was full of questions
so I experimented
with things
maybe I should not have.
Then I began to grow
as is the way of children
began to see the world around
realized
fear did begin to grow
that this is what my life was
an always would be.
I am a woman.
I am a mother.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am an Aunt.
My list goes on and on…..
this is not to say
hey look at me
see how great I am?
No this is a list
I would like men to look at
those who have difficulty with a concept
that no means no
do not touch
get out of my face
does not mean
please progress.
Look at that list
close as can be
for I know none of you
were born
fully formed
from Zeus’ forehead.
Now I ask
how does it make you feel
to think of those women
your family women attacked?
Scared to walk through the streets?
Looking over their shoulder
fearing rape?
Can you tell me true
does it not bother you
enrage you
to think of someone
without consent
touching them…….
that is what you do
when you degrade women
believe we are toys to play with.
Think twice
before you touch
think of mom
sister too
if that does not stop you
maybe a gun will.
©Jan. 21/20
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