FOWC: Repercussions

He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it

He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust

He took from his workmates, their ideas, too proud to fail

He took from his parents, everything and more, greed and ingratitude

He took from the plates of the starving, thoughtless gluttony

He took from his servants, without thanks or a thought, pure sloth

He took from his children, their peace, his wrath without limit

He took his own life, final sin, it ended without repercussions

 

I haven’t written any poetry for a while so I thought I’d make the most of Fandango’s one word prompt for today. Thanks for inspiring me once more Fandango ;O)

Hope you have a wonderful day one and all.

Lisa x

 

Hope

Four letters that are formed from the ashes of

Horror, Oppression, Persecution, Enslavement

One word, spoken with tender persuasion, heard

Above the cacophony of maimed, desperate voices

Envisioned by those few holding their souls open

In a World where omnipresent fear’s breeding closed minds.

 

Lisa x

Life

We can rail at life

And bemoan our fate

Or we can watch the sun rise

And be happy that it did.

the storm

I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in constant pain, to feel as though you are trapped in a never-ending storm, but I read Wendi’s incredible poem and it gave me an insight…….

via the storm

When I Was Young: Published

Those lovely folk over at Spillwords have very kindly published another one of my poems today and I can’t thank them enough!  If you’re a poet or a writer of short stories don’t be afraid to submit your work to them as they’re a great bunch of people and they won’t bite ;O) Anyway, if you get a couple of minutes I hope that you’ll wander over there and read it.

Lisa

x

PS. The cat gif is there for no other reason than I like cats and it made me chuckle

 

To Be A Child

I cannot be seen if I cover my face

There are scary beasts hiding under my bed

I cannot fall when my Daddy carries me

The Shadows in my room have horrid faces

I cannot be hurt if teddy is with me

When you turn off the night light terror finds me

I cannot get lost when Mummy takes my hand

Don’t leave me alone, I’ll cry. I can’t see you

I cannot grow up. I’m safe, when I’m not scared.

Lisa x

Just a Poem

Like a butterfly broken by the rains

My memories, once pure

Lay tattered, shredded by relentless time

Fractured jigsaw pieces

Voice, touch, kiss all longed for but forgotten

Mocking photo prompts

A smile, if not captured, forever lost

So much fading away

Yet love remains. My broken heart still beats

For you and you alone

 

FOWC: Envy

The blackest of sins

Born from a desire

For another life

Look over the fence

The grass is greener

The rose tint of glass

Distorts perspective

You see what you see

Yet without knowing

Money can’t buy love

Yet you yearn for it

Gucci and beauty

Camera flashes

Stark approbation

Shattered privacy

Sycophantic lies

Stalkers, accusers

Your life not your own

No freedom from press

Trapped by the trappings

Walk one mile in shoes

Not your own and know

A green eyed monster

Kills only his host.

Written in response to Fandango’s one word prompt.

Have a super Sunday one and all

Lisa x

Do You Dream?

When you slumber, free from reality

With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft

The images come, unrestrained, welcome

Of days gone by or a longed for future

Complete liberty to construct your view

Of a World that beckons your aching soul

Do you face the fear that binds you: regret

Or are you, in that moment, cleansed, reborn?

What do you dream when night comes to claim you?

When you become, once more, all that you hide

I dream of the day I first saw your face

I dream of the day I’ll hold you again

I dream of you, my love, I dream of you.

Lisa x

FOWC: Victim

Life transpires with hidden challenges

Unforeseen, frequently unwelcome

They test our fortitude, our courage

Our desire to take another step

Forward into  the predestined mire

We stumble and tumble, shattered glass

We take the knocks and devious blights

Oft blinded to, maybe, redemption

Woes hanging heavy in our psyche

And yet, always, there’s another road

Paved with fear and lined by doubt, no doubt

That leads to quietude, mind and soul

That road is for you, my worthy friend

Leave your troublesome burden behind

Divest yourself of that grim label

VICTIM.

This poem was written in response to the Famous Fandango’s one word prompt.

Have a great weekend everyone

Lisa x