No Arms to Hold Her #suicide #poetry

Captive in the frame
Captive in the frame

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

No one listened to her cries

not the ones a difference makes

we were still just silly kids

this fiend her spirit did break

who excuses such an act

laugh and look the other way

family guilty all

it was no three act play

others I believe

were broken by this man

girls all were they

when did decency forget to stand?

too late for my dear friend

ropes easy knots to tie

no expression til the last

hide the truth, yes tell your lies

She died again today

for the thirty-fifth time

my heart relives the day

it’s frozen in my mind

 

Sharing this with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. This poem is a part two to my poem written earlier this week about rape and abused women.

I am Woman #survival #poetry

 

so many walked

Looking up at the crack in the sidewalk

Unable to scream, I shudder

I feel the concrete about me move

“no please, not again” I mutter

I see the hand ready to strike

I brace myself like steal

I hear a board contact

There’s nothing that I feel

I look out at the falling snow

powdered sugar lightly shaken

oh to be nature pure

what hasn’t man from me taken?

I gather up my will

There are sounds beyond the mist

gentle breezes blow ahead

so many things I’ve missed

I look out at the falling snow

powdered sugar lightly shaken

wishing I could be pure

what hasn’t man from me taken?

You may not know my name

my boots trudge the well known way

“Survivor” I lay claim

with love this path is paved

 

The prompt this week at Poets United is Survival. The prompt is in recognition of Women around the world who have survived abuse, war, life…  International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women

Do you know that 70% of women have been raped? (That number is low.) I was part of a group of women writing about the atrocity of rape and how accepted it is in many cultures.  A  male friend of mine commented that it wasn’t a big deal (unless you were a virgin) when you were raped. No comment!

My title Echos a Song by Helen Reddy: I am Woman

 

 

 

 

 

Surviving It #poetry #rape

chains and people

Hold it together

across change’s corridor

is its my pulse

or laughter grating between your teeth?

you’ve undressed me

what I retain of this horror

with your eyes

your mind

I’m incomplete

A barrage of feelings

assault my senses

heart barricades

streaming tears fall

my mind must now

tear down offences

looking  back

I see past it all

My senses strive

to shut out the feeling

on my knees

I realize too much

I grab my stomach

it’s already reeling

my nerves

repelling all touch

I take a deep breath

and I wont break

I look straight

past clouded eyes

no longer take blame

for your failings

take what you want

and you fail

as you fall

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sustainability

z a fitting end #atozchallenge

The end it fits

Boa constrictor

Squeezing out last gasps of air

You raped

Pillaged

You leave nothing

The audience will be by for viewing

“Here lies her carcass

Once a woman

Now a shell

Ripped to pieces

Teeth marks latent”

Compared to heart bludgeoning

Never you mind

Go forward

You are good

At enticing

Destruction

Causing people who feel

Their END

*incessant clapping by audience who in their ignorance helped bloody the water***

Raping Spring #poetry

http://cherishwords.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/tulip.jpg

another flower was trampled just the other day

beautiful, young, bright like spring

a temptation to the taker

taunting her

brushing aginst her bloom

smelling her

but not too close

until the right time

when she would …

open her beauty for him

desire his praise

a draught so sweet

he sipped deeply

then tore the petals

threw them away

walking down the pathway

toward the next fresh tulip

Thanks to over at Cherish Words for the beautiful Tulip photograph

Assailed #poetry #somepoemsarentpretty

Stormed with a vengeance

no mercy at the gate

take all and pillage

and last… the city’s rape

***

Flames against the night

burned into the sky

nothing left of beauty

no more battle cry

***

Finality in  the embers

at her broken gate

Where was hope when needed?

Destruction was their fate

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons and Marcelo Viera http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcelometal/501598121/

The Stars Are Dark

The “star child” radiated beauty and spirit

nymph-like and lithe

celestial song of the sun and moon

framed her movement

day and night

***

men feasted on her

with their eyes

they wanted a piece of her song

”no you can’t have a nibble”

***

Under the stars of celebration

night like none other

no denial of merriment

she didn’t understand the game

***

Her mind and body  separated

was she walking on the stars

who did that face with the lips

belong to?

***

He was handsome

that she could tell

when she fell into his arms

it was a night of feasting

and gorging for all

***

Her song extinguished that night

stars lay dark and distant

“her beauty replaced by the scourge of pain”

they said the day her spirit was laid to rest