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Unanswered Prayers – #poetry of the #forgotten

12 Monday Oct 2020

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Painted bronze, with flecks of gold
Hidden deep, her tale, untold
Fiery hair, though life is cold
Her dreams, so oft, are nightmares

Eyes closed tightly, the world unseen
Most around her, repulsive, mean
In this place, she contravenes
Reality faltering, unawares

Though truth will never find its path
Lost forever, in the aftermath
Of evil, sinners, she feels their wrath
No love, no heart, no cares

Grieving, the past, it’s plain to see
There’s nothing there, her soul, empty
The Fates have blocked her destiny
They leave her, with unanswered prayers

 

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Tiny Voices Unheard – #poetry of #lost #children – #childabuse

26 Tuesday May 2020

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This poem is based loosely on true facts.  It has been eating at me for some time now, and so I’ve put it into words. Child abuse is not just physical,, it is emotional.  We must lift our children UP, never tear them down, lest they become the bully.


He cries, all he wants is his trike
She yells, so coarsely, berating
He wonders, “Is this what life is like?”
She sneers at him, a look, so deprecating

“Daddy! Push me on the swing”
She sighs, he’s much too busy
Playing around with gardening things
Disturbed, he hollers, in a tizzy

Tiny minds, developing,
Inside a hardened home
Why bother having children,
If they mess you up?
Surely, they will stray,
Find comfort when they roam
Eventually becoming parents
Neither worthy of a pup

Silence looms, across the neighborhood
Except the noise, coming from that house
Chastising, loudly, they shout for no good
Instead of being happy, all they do is grouse

Still, two tiny beings, afraid to say a word
Sit and stare, each dreading what’s to come
For even if they speak, they aren’t even heard
To their parent’s evil, eventually, they’ll succumb

 

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#FridayFantasy ~ The Box – #poetry

22 Friday Nov 2019

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In my hand I have a box
Come closer and you’ll see
Don’t open it or look inside
Lest it cause you misery

I’ve traveled very far and wide
Through all I could withstand
Now, time is slipping quickly by
So, hurry, take my hand

For inside this tiny package
There’s a treasure full of sin
Fear, and greed, evil deeds
All lie in here, within

The distant train approaching
Is filled with his villainous clan
I beg of thee, just let it be
Don’t fuel the Devil’s plan

Don’t let the sinister voices
Wreak havoc in your head
Think of me, and all to be
Of joy and love, instead

The key that unlocks secrets
Kept hidden deep inside
Is tied to me, around my waist
I keep it there, beside

Will you open up the box?
I think you will, I fear
I’ll give you the key,
If you promise me
All hope will not disappear

 

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Unearthed – #Shadorma – #poetry – #challenge – #Halloween

30 Wednesday Oct 2019

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Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is synonyms only!  Her two words are Dig and Grave.  Check out Colleen’s blog to find which forms of poetry are acceptable for this challenge.  Have fun!

Written as a Shadorma, my synonyms are Unearthed and Crypts.


Empty crypts

This All Hallows Eve

Ghouls afoot

And gloom reigns

When restlessness is unearthed

Exposing evil

 

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 151 #SynonymsOnly

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Trick or Treat Tree – #poetry – #witch – #Halloween

21 Monday Oct 2019

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The crows were squawking, as loud as could be
My sister and I, were hiding, by the old tree
The witch, with her lantern, looking all around
I whispered to sister, “Now don’t make a sound!”

“I know you’re here” said the witch to the air
“I sense your presence, I feel your despair!”
Silly old hag, surely you couldn’t know why
Two little girls would want, on you, to spy

But the witch did know, and it was plain to see
Sister and I were trapped, no way to get free!
The vines from the tree, slithering like a snake
Wrapping themselves around us, no way we could break

It seems we were tricked, by our own curiosity
Caught in the woods, no treat, this monstrosity
We knew we overstepped, but what could we do?
So we jumped out from behind, and simply yelled, BOO!

“What a treat!” said the witch, who couldn’t help but smile
“Do come in, sit, and chat with me, for a while.”
But we knew better, pleading, “please let us leave here”
“Ha! It’s too late for that!” she said with a sneer

With a hiss from her lips, she warned, once again
“For now, you’re alive, but you will feel my bane
When ghosts come a calling, and crows circle high
It’s your time to leave, without saying goodbye…”

 

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