crazy old woman…

stumbles on broken sidewalk
heart pacer kicks in
unable to rise
moment of hope
sees young family
they stare away
walk around her
on the street
good parents
teaching child
not
to speak
to
strangers
bruised
struggles to find
her new iphone
tells husband
morning walk
has gone
awry

 

 

dark transfiguration…

once those nailed to a cross
stand upon solid ground
and have the nails removed
they grasp hammers and spikes
placing others on their crosses

 

creation…

and man created satan
in his own image
to conceal his essence
thus having a viable
scapegoat

 

preprogrammed…

impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated

 

no fault of their own…

life leaves battle scars
soul’s deep emotional wounds
that transcend rational thought
symptoms are hate and anger
pressed upon the innocent

 

the book of dying 2:9…

death’s ghost ship greed’s blind passengers
sailing to ports without safe harbor
rocky shores await a darkened lighthouse
assures their fate life’s soulless waters

 

the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

murder most foul…

father’s suicide
when family’s torn from his arms
happy father’s day
how strange and unnatural
this great nation has become

 

a gnat’s ass…

scurry on down
to
your walmart store
load up
on those
stocking stuffers
suggested
by
the morning news host
who
failed
to mention
during
the
news
that
7 hundred
and
30
rohingya children
were killed
in
myanmar
in
just one month
and
don’t stop
to listen
to
stories
of
the blockade
in
yemen
and
the outbreak
of
cholera
cholera
that will
infect
a mere
600 thousand
children
by
the end
of
this year’s bowl session
no
need
for concern
when
you’ve
your own
blockade
to deal with
as you
struggle
to find
a parking space
to
gobble up
those
50% discounts
on
overstocked items
like those
designer jeans
that were
marked up 350%
making
your
discount
a real step
for
mankind
and
whatever
you do
don’t watch any stories
about
those suffering
in our own nation
those
who bear
invisible scars
scars
of
rape
rejection
and
replacement
i mean
they had the same
opportunities
as you did
or
did they

armageddon…

dawning of the new day
let the battle drums
proclaim this day
that hope shall not be denied
today in the armor of truth
hope shall stand
before the gates of hell
and deny death
its rewards for deception
standing as a man
who will not bow before
the arrogance of inhumanity
nor bleed tears of despair
hope shall march into
the spiritual realm of evil
and free the tortured souls
lingering with self-doubt
on their crosses of fear
it shall raise its banner of faith
high in the air
regaining all that was lost
to spirits of greed
and hate
letting no man
nor beast
stand in its way
for this day
victory
will not be
a dream

This poem represents my second response to  the third challenge series between Jade and I.  This challenge is somewhat different in that the prompt is now an audio prompt.  Each poet provides the other with five instrumental songs (so that the song’s words do not interefere with the poet’s) from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here.