False Impressions

Peacock fans feathers
Assuming authority
So far from the truth!

Substantially flawed
This mock display of grandeur
Belies neutral fact

For ego can’t match
The actual ugly facts
That are now exposed!

Despicable fool
Unable to hide his guilt
Despite full plumage

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Marionette

When forced to give up and give in
Capitulate; resign
Our deeds lose power, lose reason and
All sense, rhythm and rhyme

For when autonomy is stripped
And taken right away
The value’s lost in what we think
The things we do and say

Less we become a marionette
A puppet on a string
In the control; under the spell
Doing another’s thing

A product of non-entity
A straw man with no voice
Manipulated and reduced
To one who has no choice

And then meaning evaporates
Diminishes and goes
For all the puppet does is just
Put on another’s show

Terracotta Ancient Greek dolls. Exhibited in the National Archaeological Museum in Athens, Room 56. Picture by Giovanni Dall’Orto, November 11 2009.

Embracing Second Chance

Do you honestly think I’d trust you
After all you did to me
Do you think I’d take the time to walk
Over that old territory

Do you think I’d want to talk to you
To hold your hand again
To give a little more of me
Or friendship even feign

Do you think I’d go over old ground
Or stop to say hello
To brush under the carpet tiles
All history in one go

For what is done and what is said
Is etched in heart; in mind
So don’t expect me to forget
How you were so unkind

But know that I am so resolved
To turn my back on you
For all you were must dissipate
Be washed out in the blue

Or would that be the murky grey
The pit of wanton lies
Whatever, now I won’t return
And let the past just die

Take lessons learned and not digress
Be firm with foothold sure
To never let you seep back in
Be true to me once more

And then I’ll look to see the sun
Feel warmth against my face
And live life as it should be lived
A second chance embrace

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The Aggressors

Ahead a-top the barren hill
With grave of child in tomb
Taken ahead his time by hate
His soul snuffed in full bloom

His life taken so miserably
By words, by deeds, by they
Who persecute and strip him down
In the clear light of day

They, that twist deep in the knife
To maim and pierce his heart
Neglecting him and calling names
Sheer spite that they impart

Their inner loathing quite outplayed
No kindness; so forlorn
Compassion gone as they beat him
And steel his future dawn

And who are they by venom’s might
With terror constantly
The aggressors who wear him down
Til he hangs from that tree

Get a rope! Hangman’s noose hanging from the tree at the ‘ghost town’ of Corlew’s Silver City in remote Bodfish, CA (kernvalley035xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)

No Means No!

No means No
It doesn’t mean ‘maybe’
Or ‘go on – let’s try’
It doesn’t have a ‘yeah but’
Or an ‘if’ or even ‘why’
It doesn’t mean ‘in a minute’
Isn’t negotiable; up for dispute
And it certainly just doesn’t mean
‘Who cares! Do I give a hoot?’
It means precisely what it says
A clear decisive ‘No’
A statement that needs nothing else
For No means strictly No!

No Means No! (Photo credit: danielsouzaluz)

Be Sure Your Lies Will Find You Out

Be sure your lies will find you out
Your trickery laid bare
Hypocrisy and pure contempt
Exposed in open air
Your blatant fraud and cheating ways
Dishonesty and cons
Will be revealed on judgement day
Along with your put-ons

For honesty’s the only thing
That stays the test of time
And truth so spoke with open heart
Will hold rhythm and rhyme
So turn your back on fraudulence
And let your word be true
Step up and be accountable
Hold fast to pure virtue

Sacrificial Lamb

Sacrificial lamb
Of society
Delivered up for turning from
A mob mentality
Cruelly slaughtered on the table
For nothing other than
Existing in the out-group when
The in-group is a clan

Sacrificial Lamb
Of society
Enslaved by academic spat
That stifles purity
Bound up in chains of tyranny
With lies that pierce the heart
Gagged, persecuted, lashed and beat
Destroyed and torn apart

Sacrificial Lamb
Of society
Though hung and drawn and quartered still
Stands up for liberty
And finds the will to vindicate
Oppressors’ acts and deeds
In truth releasing forgiveness
However much she bleeds

 

Harassment

There are many layers to harassment
The subtle and more sour
The clothes of provocation that
Are worn to overpower

The undergarments that constrict
With suits that quite immerse
The ties that throttle or perplex
And shirts that noose not nurse

The dresses that disguise the facts
And belts that whip and scar
The shoes that kick in teeth and head
The bags that hold no bar

The wardrobe of persecution
Worn by those still more and more
The constant form of harassment
That goads and plagues for sure

And with each fashion statement they
Torment so constantly
These items that persist on paths
Exhausting anxiously

Harassment, such a cruel sport
That’s dressed in many way
But one that really has to stop
Destroying lives each day

 

 

If The Cap Fits

If the cap fits then please wear it
Though cautioned as you do
To understand that you will then
Take any blame that’s due

And akin to Cinderella
If slipper fits as well
Whatever mask you might then wear
Such fitting rings the bell

Or in the case of fingerprints
When image matches up
Admit that you were in the frame
And drank from guilt stained cup

For throughout our lives we walking so
Indelibly with tracks
That leave a trail of suggestion
To fill in all the cracks

So be sure to first acknowledge
If you have hidden guilt
For by your words and actions sure
The truth will then be built

And all will then unravel full
Right there before your eyes
Exposing just where you have been
Despite any disguise.

Cinderella fits the glass slipper. From left to right: Jaq, Gus, Suzy, Perla, the Grand Duke, Drizella, Anastasia, Lady Tremaine and Cinderella. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

The Dog Pen

I sit, I stare, I look, I see
Through wires that chain my liberty
Through cage constraints and padlocked door
I sit, I wait, I wait some more
I knock the bowl of water there
I ruffle bedding with no care
I hide behind the fenced enclave
I need to yowl, to bark, to save
Myself from here as master calls
My leash tied up – on floor I fall
As man’s best friend I want to cry
Out loud with pity, left to die
In pen outside the hearth and home
No longer free to run and roam
No longer free to play at will
No longer cared for, left all still
I pray that soon he’ll forgive me
My father man and set me free
Untie the ropes, unleash the chain
And let me in his heart again
And then the world will welcome me
For I’m a child, not dog you see

This is a based on a true story retold by two children locked in a dog pen as punishment for bad behaviour when they were younger.  It affected both of them differently but specifically for years afterwards it led to a breakdown in what otherwise could have been a very special relationship.   However, they are not alone in their trials.  It could equally be the same for children who are barricaded in their rooms for hours, sat on naughty steps, in emotional turmoil all alone for behaviour that might need dealing with but isolation and negative reinforcement such as this are inappropriate and rarely work in the long term more so understanding, compassion and a commitment to working through problems together with carers.  Critically though it could so equally be the story of countless other children though who have constrained against their will in other environments; the picture of child slavery that still goes on today.  We need to highlight this issue to STOP it once and for all!