The Poetry Marathon

Betrayal so deep soul wrenching pain,
soul tearing, soul twisting, won’t stop.
Dreams are lost, dreams are destroyed,
hope ignited, hope flamed.
Hope smothered, joke is
on me again.
Life ended
thanks to
you.

Gumboots stand alone on the old front porch
A cloud of sourdough dust coating their weathered surface
Periwinkles twinkle from beneath the stairs
Shining like needles of a favored pine tree

They spread across the old front yard
Reaching and stretching to the ancient storefront
The sun’s hot rays beat down on their heads
Rising like skyscraper’s above the ledge

His old gnarled hand hung down where he lay
Cozily content wearing his retirement hat
Still his hand wandered over to lightly stroke
The badge still worn on his Forest Ranger coat

Happy Christmas Darlings
Today is the day
We open our presents
Sit around and play

You like the tie we gave you
It matches your suits
The kids are stuffed with sweeties
They even like their little toy flutes

Toys lay around ready for assembly
Waiting for someone that just might be handy
To push, stretch and pull them
Wouldn’t that be just dandy

Among all the wrappings
The paper and bows
She sits there as they are
Forgotten and low

No one noticed and
No one cared
Not a box with her name
Did anyone share

Slowly she scooped up
Christmas giving’s big mess
Just stood for a moment watching them there
Happy Christmas to me I guess and God Bless

England remarked to USA in its straight-laced manner,
Citizens are off on their jollies today. It is a good day.
USA wide-eyed answered in its typically casual drawl,
Getting their jollies on all together are they? It is a very good day, I’d say.

England raised its bushy brows, straightened its cravat and replied rather stiffly.
It’s always a very jolly day when the citizens are off on their jollies.
USA kicked up a dusty boot and paused for a spell, took off its hat to say,
I can only imagine a country getting their jollies on, could only be mighty jolly.

England puffed up its mighty chest, rocking its borders causing the tides to swell,
Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone an undone the jolly day they were having getting their jollies on.
USA put both feet on the ground, donned its old dusty hat and said with a smile,
Then my my job here is done, it’s jolly I’ve become, getting my jollies on watching your jollies get – undone.

Seven small voices hushed by his grief
One small woman to light the way
A war so heinous
Its crimes changed the world

A time of opulence for some
A time of poverty for most
The maniacal ravings of a leader
Brought the world nearly to its knees

One small woman
Tempestuous and head strong carried an angel’s voice
Led the way for family and country
Through lyric, timing and love

A nun was not what she would be
Just as the sisters all suspected
One small woman such as she
Called to lend the world her light and charity

It was not long before he saw
Through the fog of grief and war
Stole his family through the night
Away from war into the hills

They ran and ran and sang and sang
Hidden by mountains high and snow so deep
They lost the little one it is so
Fleeing from their native land of Austria

Their story’s been told around the globe
Of one small woman with her heart and soul
Saved a family from all harm
To live again in a foreign land

Her songs live on this very day
Her voice still moves this old woman’s heart
The first book read at morning’s light
The last book held each and every night

Featherlight touches across oiled skin
Candlelight, conversation and love songs
Sexy come-on’s and come-hither games
The give and take society demands
Lovers play to get ahead
One with the other and both together
Do ‘naught but raise my ire and temper

It is not a crooning country song
Nor hyped up rap with a solid bass beat
And it is certainly not the thought of sliding
Between cold expensive satin sheets
These things will only irritate me
Use these to catch another’s eye

Deep into this woman’s soul
A primal energy dwells
Something dark, not evil
Yearns for more than pretty words
Diamond rings or tall good looks
The need is great the call is fierce

Where then is the one to give
What this one needs to live, to breathe, to let go
Where is the blackness to my dark
The one who needs what I can give
The one who gives what ‘ere I crave
Am I the only one

The only one who shuns those
Perceived as weak and unworthy
The only one who starves for the strong hand
The piercing eye and the knowing smile
Of the one who sees who I am,
What I am

This is my normal, it is how I’m made
It is the core of me, the essence of the woman inside
My body shivers, my hands contract
At the thought of your hard contact
The brush of your hand at my throat
Cause places not mentionable to coat

Find me then, I know you’re there
I just can’t find you anywhere
We are the same, you and I
Some day I hope that you will see
That I am for you as normal as you are for me

I can not run
I can not hide
I can not go down a children’s slide

You can do this and I can do that
What I can do, others can not
I can race across a hot parking lot

Both of your feet would blister and burn
Those with two legs, two feet and a spine
Could never keep up with these two wheels of mine

As you lumber to find your way
One foot down and the other just so
I’m wheeling round and round, to and fro

To soar like a king or dance like a queen
Moving across that marbled dance floor
I can keep going and want more and more

When ‘ere your limbs become leaden and sore
Mine do not tire, I do not fret
My legs do not cramp when riding a jet

It’s blessed that I am and blessed that I’ll be
’Tis only at night when the whippoorwill calls
that I honestly don’t think about it much, at all

In that darkest of dark within nights deepest night
When my soul soars forth and struggles to fly
It’s only then I look down and wonder why

What did I do to earn such a fate
To all I am kind, loving and fair
Then why am I tied to this blasted wheelchair

It drifted endlessly
listlessly
Until a shore
it found

Within its dark and
tainted glass
A yellowed note
safe and sound

Upon an island I am lost
these past many years
I found this bottle
with a missive

I am here I am here
Upon this island
with sands of luster
Where I reside year after year

Should you find this would you please
send someone here for me
Before I am too aged to see
Where it is I am to be freed

With shaking hands
the joints arthritic
I crouched down and retrieved the note
I’d written when I was barely twenty-three

He’s done fighting himself on what he wants

And he wants her

He will have her

This he knew to be true

He had waited and waited

Waited for her to see

To see him

To want him

No more would he wait

She was hers and no one else’s

This night he would stake his claim

Tonight he would take what was his

The day seemed overlong

He watched her through his haze

The fires within him burned and blazed

The flames of his desire scorched his soul

His heart would burst from the longing

To feel her by his side

Beneath his weight

Taking from him what was rightfully hers

She would know come morning nigh

Whose heart would cradle hers so tight

The one to keep it safe and secure

Never raising a hand nor uttering a curse

In stealth he would secure her hand

Through an open window left for him

Inside she would wait on gossamer sheets

For the one she is fated to mate

The window is locked

Entry denied

His ire fueled by untamed desire

No door no bolt would forbid him entrance

Fires blazed windows cracked

Doors blew in on dragons hot breath

He lifted her gentle as a flower

To take her back to his mountain tower

*He’s done fighting himself on what he wants.*

Borrowed from “When He’s Dark” 

Written by Suzanne Wright 

An Olympus Pride Novel

And the rain

the rain pouring down

so hard so hard

Wash it all away

all away

The betrayal betrayal

And the rain the rain

Promises loving care rebirth

rebirth

Forests bloom and flourish

bloom and flourish

Promises kept promises kept

Deserts dry and acrid

No rain no rain

Deserts barren and alone

barren and alone

Stinging sands whip and scar

whip and scar

No rain feeds pain feeds pain

Promises broken no rain

no rain

Here comes the rain

the rain

Washing cleansing renewing

cleansing renewing

Hope explodes

The rain the rain

falling hard falling fast

falling fast

The flood the flood

Death