game

by

quotation gangs…

copyright 2012 cwmartin -digital decoupage

from mumbai
to wall street
and every
entity in between
the contracts
are made
lives
in exchange
not
for survival
but for
hard
ready cash
to provide
some bling
to adorn
animated corpses
that slither into
everyday life
weapons
of choice
are those
that draw blood
immediately
and
those that
slowly drain life
from the fools
who signed
on the dotted line
make no mistake
about this
the crimes
are the same
and
the rules
of the game
are
simply
to
win

by

a chalice of faith…

River Urke and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.

by

roxanne….

this one
was
going to be
young
that’s what
he had been promised
so he hurried
through dinner
made the usual
claims
about business
being a hard fought game
so he
had
to play it
at all hours
even though
he hated to
so excused himself
from his life
leaving his family
wife
and children
and headed downtown
picked up the keys
as usual
for the room
from the pimp
ascended the narrow stairs
again
in this by-the-hour motel
opening the door
stretched out before him
was
a young
teenager
his
daugther

by

fateful night…

by   Toni L. A. Cross
       Charles W. Martin

so smooth, so white
so still and pale
a survivor’s will
yet hauntingly frail
 
recalling now
that fateful night
doors forced open
brought a dreadful sight
 
cool dark breeze
swept right in
accompanied by
that desert djinn
 
no words were spoken
just a devilish grin
was on the face
of this evil djinn
 
innocent eyes caught
in his decaying gaze
hell was fully wrought
in that dreadful blaze
 
from man to beast
so went this ghoulish flame
twas my soul he sought
in his deadly game
 
I saw my path
just one way out
I risked his wrath
fought through my doubt
 
fell to my knees
and began to pray
an angel lord
please send my way
 
only in my dreams
could it be
I am saved by a child
a guileless babe of three

 

Toni L. A. Cross and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.