Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
Picture found on Pinterest
Advertisements

Moonlit Wonder

When I was a young  girl
mama warned me
showed me true
all would try to use me
to get what they want.
Sweet words
cooed in my ear
slowly stroking my hair
feeling your hand
(all hands)
caress my curves.
Made to feel safe
made to feel secure
your promises
wrapped in golden ribbons
bubble around
protecting me from the world.
(First razor word
sliced through my heart)
Crimson blood wells
anger
rage
black
foul
turns like a knife
battlefield on my skin
mouth your inanitites
eyes flat
broken
your lies float in the air
tangible.
(There is no escape
there is no where to run
I will find you always
promised on the wind)
One…..
Two…..
Three…..
Twenty-Nine…..
Forty…..
Forty One.
I thought for sure
as I record your name
in my Book of Death
that you were the end
only to discover
that mama was right
men should never be trusted.
©July 29/19
Picture via Pinterest

Shield Maiden

Craven men
crawl through the forest
unable to fight
unable to face
under cover of black magic
tear apart thy enemy
best make sure they’re all dead.
Mewling child
hid away
even as kin is slain
eyes aglitter with hatred
even as tears streak her cheeks
heart hardens
stone cold
her knife comes to hand.
Cowardly bastards
afraid what they knew not of
whipped to false courage
by golden tongue queen
she of devil art.
Third eye blind.
Grew she did
child of the night
sliding between the shadows
dancing between sheathed blades
learning assassin art.
There would be time
all did reason
for her to become a Queen
Now
to become an assassin
learn to dance
Poisoned airs
paranoia
looking over her shoulder
surrounded with
by
protectors with blades
axes
wonder if they really care?
Thick midnight
stars swallowed
crested moon devoured.
Silence throughout the land
betwixt
midnight hour
bleeding dawn
time has come.
Upon Ice Throne sits….
She devil
Usurper
devoured by evil
forsaken by good
She waits……
cometh the Viking Child.

©July 28/19
Picture via Pinterest

Slick Love

I cannot forgive.
I cannot 
Oh my God….
I love you.
I need you.
I want you.
Why are you hidden from me?
It kills me
this heart wrenching pain.
How am I to forgive?
Warned I was
not to let you take advantage
and what did I do?
Played into your poker hand.
4 Aces…..
Hell cooled…..
I am with you.
Love.
Hate.
Fuck you.
How?
Why?
Tell me please…..
explain
bended knee
sneer ridden lips
pale contemplation.
Did you ever love me?
Or was this epic love story
a shiny fantasy?
 
©June 23/19
Picture via Pinterest

Protected Three

Whisper….
whisper…..
whisper…..
whisper…..
Grey Goose
Grey Goose
what do you see?
I see three harpies laughing at me.
Gargoyle ugly
bitter
remorseless
Three Sisters May
harridans
shrews
frightening they were.
Small children
some dares taken
most were not
for the Three Sisters May
ate them for breakfast
when they were caught.
None looked too close.
None cared for small children gone.
Had they looked a little closer
they might have seen…..
the little ones who disappeared
abused
misused
treated like filth
by those who should have cared.
Taken to shelter
to a place
where children are children
not pawns in a game.
Had they paid the slightest
smallest iota of attention
a connection could be made.
They would have discovered
a slew of unmissed men.
Those that died
murdered
suicided
accidents……
All had one thing in common
pedophiles they all were
each missing a….
uhmmmmm
rather important part.
For the Three Sisters May
protected the innocent
making the evil ones pay.
March 14/19
Photo by joe schulz on Unsplash

Haunted Photograph

****I was looking at an old photo and this is what I came up with. It is a little different from my usual.****
‘Joseph. Joseph! Oh dear Lord what is that girl doing?’
‘She doesn’t know we are here.’
Hushed voices.
Hissing.
Gasping.
Appalled.
Uncertain as to what they are viewing.
‘Why is she getting on her knees?’
‘Well that is….absolutely…..Joseph stop that.’
‘Jesus woman you didn’t have to elbow me so hard.’
‘She’s…..what is…..why….Rosie do you see….’
Head thrown back.
Whimpering.
Eyes rolling back.
Near death experience.
In flicker of moment
I saw them.
Staring
In disbelief
Horror
Indignation
Snapping me from pleasure
To sheer horror.
They had finally come for me.
In my family this photo travels
Due to spirits candor.
Home they had come
To roost with me.
Damnit it all
Now I will never get laid.
 
March 9/19

 

Outsider

‘Hear ye
hear ye
it seems to be 
an outsider
writhing amongst our midst.
Sowing discord
loss
desire
in all whose path she crosses.’
I stood in with the crowd
cowled head
bent to hide the blues
the greens
the halos of my eyes.
No more did I wonder
when I heard these oracles
these leaders
decry the one who does not belong.
I knew it was me.
Cruel beasties
tied to my side
tethered
chained
beholden to do my bidding
as long as I was here
in this place
in this time.
Madman
madder than he was before
rending his clothing
his flesh
screaming of the one who does not exist.
Oooooohhhhhhh
I no longer exist
which means that there……
there are no consequences for acts done.
No need to not try to change
disrupt
agitate
the populous so trodden down
losing hope
beaten
to rise above their pious Lordlings
toss them down
erase them from this life?
Am I truly evil?
Am I Danger?
Have I fallen off the wayside?
Am I truly Lost?
Or am I retribution?
Off with their heads
no cake for the wicked
soon I shall cast off this cowl
making myself known.
Down and down
the Rabbit’s Hole I fall
each level
a new experience
tying me to this place.
 
January 10/19
Photo by Viktor Forgacs on Unsplash