Impossible to catch my breath
waiting for the other shoe to drop
~ the suspense claiming another victim
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Amidst intense bullet rain
A little scavenger came to collect casings
Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket.
Tanks arriving from the city,
The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people—
Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes.
The wound of losing colleagues
People who easily forget, take action
The olive-green clad trusted ones take action.
Those whom people consider dearest
The last refuge for justice in times of distress.
Against the people of the entire world
Their own declaration of war—
In their consideration, everyone is a fascist, an accomplice.
Actually, everyone is a fascist
Mad for power
The goal of all rulers is one: the throne.
Essentially, the throne is a virus,
Spreading through veins, everywhere
From one body to another, from city to village
Among rich and poor, people of all religions.
Bullets run out, bullets are reloaded
The youth who falls lifeless from a bullet
He never returns.
she was the victim of amplified suicide
what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride
She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied
But the knot in the rope had become untied
She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle
which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle
she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge
in the next county over, by Strawberry ridge
How do you know it wasn’t an accident? I dared to ask.
The sixty-two-page suicide note next to her aluminum flask.
amplified suicide was a strange and new term to me.
But now a concept that I finally could see.
Present cannot set advantage
Over past, that seems like gone
Though it’s always on the verge
Of the memories you prone
To belong to, while intending
To break free from shades of time
Partly loosing understanding
Doesn’t look at all sublime
But it goes like Latin dictum
Drive the nature out of door
Then it flies back home to victim
Through the window, like before.
Playing the Hurt Victim
5/27//2025
People really, really don’t care!
They want a poet with the strength of a agrizzly bear.
Grown-up people, oh yes, we all get hurt feelings,
Stop blaming others, it leaves us all reeling.
Nobody, but nobody can ruin who you are!
You are God’s own special poetic star.
Stop sucking your adult poetic thumb,
No actions by others can make you dumb.
Practice humility and glorious gratitude,
Be the winner you are, with a forgiving attitude!
Pen a poem, that sings of your God’s glory,
Be an inspiation, disappear your victim story.!
Feet
Basketballs
Jaundice, his words lost
A victim of cirrhosis
Gone
I know a man that
when he speaks
it seems as though
butterflies singing
around his mouth
and that man is you
but I need power
to talk to you
and I find it all
in your modesty
and for all your honesty
birds don't fly away
happily feed on you
one more flower
wasted on you
by all those who
speak of majesty
and for all their dishonesty
birds do fly away
merrily come back to you
but I need power
to look you in the eye
and I can't find it at all
but I want to make you live
for thousands died looking at you
yet you never lived
Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown
You're the one causing harm, spinning others down
Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain
You're the problem, not the one to claim
Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high
You're the one acting out, passing by
Think before you speak, think before you act
Your words and actions leave a lasting fact
You're bringing tears to eyes, and pain to the heart
Affecting minds and souls, tearing them apart
Your actions have consequences, that's what you must see
Is hurting others worth it? Is it worth your destiny?
Learn a lesson now, before it's too late
Think before you act, don't perpetuate the hate
Be kind, be compassionate, be understanding too
For the hurt you're causing, is it really worth it to you?
She walks with caution, her gaze cast low,
In a world where danger lurks, where can she go?
Her body, a battlefield not of her design,
Her dreams shattered, her innocence confined.
Must she live her life in silent dread?
Is freedom a right, or a luxury instead?
Her soul cries out beneath the weight,
Of abuse, of fear, of a cruel fate.
Bruised but unbroken, she yearns to be free,
To live without fear, as human as he.
Not a shadow, not an object, not prey—
But a child with the right to her own way.
What will it take for the world to see,
The girl child as more than her misery?
She bleeds, she breathes, she dreams, she feels,
Her humanity silenced, her freedom appeals.
No, she is not a victim by choice,
She has strength, she has a voice.
Let her rise, let her soar, let her be,
For the girl child is human—just like you, just like me.
Hungry morning dew
perpetual heavy haze
icy embrace
blood red rubies
another victim
in a dark alley
beaten with chains
Bruises
Pulverizes the earthlings existence
without hesitation
A beast in human form
crouched as a wildcat
She was depleted, drained, exhausted
But determined to live no matter what
Three days later her killer led police to her body
Except she was merely paralyzed, still alive
Everything is normal
so not much to sing or say.
No summer thunderstorm,
the snow was magical only for an hour.
Old men
aren’t removing women’s panties with removable dentures.
A belly laugh now and then,
an empty belly’s holy.
With simple joy
mortals may forget to fear their deaths.
Simply put,
we do not survive. But what an adventure!
I heard an archangel cry
Don’t hurt the trees!
Also, save democracy.
Also, stop barking, believing in that higher power.
What’s Ken doing today?
Watching TED talk lectures,
planning next Spring’s garden.
It’s Death, not the Jewish king, in your rose garden.
As climates change
species escape predators
and predators chase down prey.
Choose sacrifice or blame.
I look at faces
and they look at mine, mute, animated spirits,
black wet rocks,
victims among flames.
I embrace my anonymity,
lost in my own city,
in the shade of a gazebo,
a mosquito’s acceptance of its position among a million mosquitoes.
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
Snow frosted leaves drifted
As if the sky was gifted
I'm not the enemy of the state
But I worry about my fate
On state fair grounds I'm spooked
To the point where I puked
All I have is this growing fear
That this will not be my year
But I'm dancing on my own grave
Needing a bit of a shave
Encased in ice I'm so very cold
But with a brazen phrase I'm still bold
And see I dropped so many hints
That none of this made any sense
I'm not an arsonist but I lit a fire in your heart
That threatened to pull everything apart
But I'm standing with your heart in a box
As mud collects on my socks
I think I slowly forgot the score
But like a masochist I'm back for more
So what do any of you know about me
The pain is what set me free
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
I'm not an enemy of the state
But I worried about my fate
I'm just a clueless fool with a Joker's smile
So I came to bask in the shadows for awhile
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Unboxing the sins of your mortality
And so I turned away from the world
I faced myself
My shadows writhing set in stone
I saw myself alone
I stared myself unknown
In silence to insane
I retired in self blame
Singing is an art
So hard to understand
But let me sing you a song
Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood
Far too soon.
Her young hands tremble
Under the weight of what they carry
A burden she longs to unload
Yet dizziness pulls her back
To the very place where innocence was lost.
On that bed, a faceless man
Crushed her beneath his weight
Her weak legs resisted
But his desire was deaf to her cries
Mistaking her sobs for moans.
No one believes her story.
For there was no face to blame
And fingerprints fade like whispers
So she walks with fists clenched tight
Bearing a burden no one can see.
The lyrics to this song will live on.
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