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The Fray

The world is full of pain

The world is so unfair

To those who are different

The world doesn’t care

 

Women, minorities

The poor

The downtrodden, the weak

What’s the score

 

Screaming silently it seems

No one seems to hear

Or at least to respond

To the pain and fear

 

Trying in vain to fix it

But others deny it’s broken

How can you fix it

If it’s not broken

 

Frustration, anger

That’s how it Plays out

Then it’s their fault

Not allowed to shout

 

Silently scream

in pain and frustration

Deny the reality

of your station

 

That is what

The world wants

But screw the world

Ignore the taunts

 

Be a warrior, speak out

It’s the only way

to make the world better

wade into the fray

 

 

 

 

 

Epiphany

Stillness. Quiet. Nothing stirs.

This is a memory, sublime;

struggle to see it clearly,

through the swirling mists of time.

 

Standing over a boiling pot

of water, in a trance, caught,

steam rising, water roiling,

with what danger is the past fraught?

 

Gazing back in time and space

In the water you can scry.

Into many other worlds

You now can happily spy.

 

Stuck, standing still, falling in,

crossing the veil, with the sight.

Struggling to understand,

Remember with all your might.

 

What we really are, and why

In a flash, through a rip in time,

you finally catch it, see it

the epiphany you find.

 

Creation makes perfect sense

Your soul begins to rise up,

but in an instant, instead,

you fall, the loss is abrupt.

 

For a split second you saw,

you understood everything.

Then in a flash it was gone,

A memory of nothing.

 

You can’t forget it, ever

But you’ll never have it back.

You know that you once knew it,

You will always feel its lack.

 

 

 

 

Dirty

I have a friend that I trade writing prompts with and I really enjoyed this take on a poem about getting dirty. With permission, I am sharing it with all of you:

 

Jack walked along the country road

Humming along the way

He tripped and fell

And said, “oh hell.”

As he landed

To his dismay

 

In a pile of mud

Filthy mud

Oozing, wet, and sticky

All over his hands

All over his clothes

Now soggy, mired and drippy

 

Jack sighed

Wanted to cry

But got back up instead

And continued down the country road

Squishing the mud as he tread

 

by JN Quigley

Picking at the Past

I have decided that have at least two books of poetry already written. I have been writing for over 30 years after all. I have so much poetry, it just needs to be edited, organized and published. But that means going through it all, and with it, the memories. Which led to the following poem as I basically picked at scabs and poked at scars. Here it is:

Going back to the past

The pains still there

Right where I left it

Gotta unpack it, examine it

Look at it square in the eye

Measure it, claim it

Dig it out, write about it,

Make it my bitch

Everything there’s still the same

That’s why I don’t live there anymore

I’ve moved on,

Healed from it, left it, learned from it

Moved on past it

But still it wants acknowledgement

Hey, it happened, time to own it

My pain helped make me

What I am today

So it’s time to stop hiding,

Feeling ashamed,

Pushing my pain into the dark,

Deep, secret places of my heart

Like a vampire, the light will kill it

Drag it out and let it burn

Show the world what I’ve survived

No more shame, no more pain

Make it work for me

The final step, the final piece

Taking back what it took from me

So it no longer has the power

to make me bleed

 

 

 

 

 

This Feeling

This feeling inside

Can’t be mine

Feeling love, feeling loved

Who knew life could shine

 

Turbulent, tormented, troubled past

Darkness and coldness inside

Filled up my heart

Too much pain to abide

 

Suffering seemed normal

The pain, an old friend

Living in darkness

Seemed to have no end

 

But my heart broken open

Spilled out the pain

The words filled the page

That’s how I stayed sane

 

Anguish was my muse

Filled with disdain

Suicidal, homicidal

Drowning in pain

 

Happiness bubbling up

Was the end of the line

No inspiration to be found

Either earthly or divine

 

That’s what I thought

That’s how I lived

Abandoning my craft

The words now contrived

 

Until this very moment

Floodgates broke open

Creativity survives

My arts not broken

 

The love that I feel

The love that I give

The man that I have

The life that we live

 

The pain still survives

In memories, in other ways

New pain but not from him

New challenges, different days

 

Through it all, he’s been there

A life raft, a hand to hold

Buoying me up, buoying my on

Making my dreams his own

 

A port in the storm

A safe place to land

From the darkness

He offered his hand

 

Trusting him

Completely, totally

With all that I am

Utterly, hopelessly

 

Loving him was easy

Natural as taking a breath

Yes, I do

Until death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace, Peace

We want peace for ourselves and for all peoples of the planet.

For our children and for you.

For the future, for the world, we must have peace.

Politics and rhetoric are stupid, it’s true.

 

Peace please beg the hungry

Peace, peace, cry the dying

We’ll have peace lie the politicians

Peace, peace, whisper the crying

Unrequited Love

I haven’t written a new poem in awhile, but I’ve been doing a series of writing prompts that called for one, so here it is! Unrequited love was the theme.

Should have all worked out, but it didn’t. She should be here now, but she isn’t. There’s your trouble, there’s your trouble. ~~ The Dixie Chicks

Unrequited love. Is there anything worse?

 

Pain and frustration

Anguish and loss

All just tokens of a battle

Brilliantly fought.

 

Like daggers that cut

Through your soul

You pour out your heart

For love you can’t hold.

 

Fighting for him

But he doesn’t care

He doesn’t see you

His heart he won’t share.

 

Living in darkness

Crying in pain

Shattering your heart

There’s nothing to gain.

 

 

Abandoned, deserted,

betrayed

Alone in the darkness

You prayed.

 

Empty, desolate, alone

Shutting emotion down

Is your only hope

By love you are bound.

 

Constricting, restricting,

Suffocating you now

You would break free and run

if you only knew how.

 

Silently, slowly,

Dying inside

In agony you suffer

Too much to abide.

 

Wondering why

did you fall

Loving in vain

Is not love at all