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“Only girls cry!…Boo hoo!”
"Look at you" he taunted me, (as big brothers often do)
Making a mockery. He kept teasing me, heckling me,
as I whined, and cried, and planned revenge
Neither of us would have won a prize, for being Mom's angelic pride,
of Kirby street that hot July...
“You Thug!”..I cried,…a laughing stock...his mocking me,
and worst of all, our bitter brawl played out for all the world to see.
No recourse, no remorse..(poor me!!)… As the butt of his demeaning jokes
By then my temper had been stoked, he had poked me once too often!
So HUGE, was my disdain for his smug, big thug, that grinning face,
in retaliation, for my humilation, (as an enraged little sister might do..)
I grabbed one of his model airplanes….and threw……THREW HARD...
It broke into shards, big shrapnel pieces…I dashed for cover...
Hovering behind the hedge…waiting for his own revenge!…
Instead it left a gash, a bloody angry wound, I was aghast....!
Well, of course our Mother got involved.. .
It was resolved by iodine and bandages
And a tongue lashing...
“You could have put out his eye!! ….and then we cried, …the two of us
Well we would repent, and spent the day becoming friends...
The afternoon out in the yard….
One sudden, unguarded moment ….
there was a car,.... came ‘round the bend
and as our game was 'bout to end....his dog, (his mongrel friend) was hit
....and then....
all time suspended........
My brother’s sweet dog, who slept on his bed, was gone
The next hours painfully hung…and long is the memory that still weighs a ton….
Ending with me alone in my bed..
Mute with grief ….remembering his words….”Only girls cry”….
Hearing his sobs……all through the night..
And my parent's cooed comfort, the soundtrack to this tragic movie
That still plays in my darkest theater….all these years later
I shudder still, have a lump in my throat…how that faint little scar, can still emote…
such feelings of tenderness I felt on that day.
Over the years…we have shared many tears…
we have leaned on each other, me and my brother
Big girls will cry, just as little girls do…and big boys can cry,
..and hey,..that’s okay, too
Legends speak of banshees of the blue briny deep, whom cast bewitching
Spells mesmerizing voice and song, beware youthful mariner for charms echoing
Beauty, may cause deceptions fall from grace, nay naivety’s innocence
Attracts creatures of passions folly!
In the Grecian headwaters of historical mystery, these damsels of seduction
Parlous feast on the souls of wayward men, who’s lustful desires are never
Satisfied by honest women of proper barring, or noble birth!
Blue eyed vixens with erotic convictions, are more to the liking of well
Traveled men of ill reputes fashion, yet these lashes lusts are only
After the flesh, bone and tasty marrow of the living, their bonus
Is deserts just reward, thy very soul’s possession!
Oh mother dearest, protect he the lads whom seek fortunes
Favors by sails cast unto destiny’s distant shores, for beyond
Lies the forbidden isles of temptation fiery, and none return
From the aquatic wilderness alive or whole again!
Mer-gypies nomadic beasts of reflected images of beauty,
Clinging unto the rocky craggy shores beguiling the unwary
Sailor, weaving enchantment’s enticing allure with promises
Of pleasures beyond the mortal experience!
Intensity’s emerald spheres pierce through the night, these
Seekers of vulnerability’s sinful, prayer by the light of the full
Moons illumination, that at sunsets rise no man or kindred’s
Son, has gone missing beneath twilights mystical essence,
Thus so be advised he must be lost at sea, is all that is said,
To a broken hearted mother, and a sweet darling left behind!
Cast off the docks of forget-me-knots remembrance, petals
Of sorrows tears, rose colored floating diamonds shed by
Longings embrace never to be fulfilled!
On isolation’s distant beach the jackals gather in a
Heckling breach delighting amongst the spoils of a
Crimson feast, singing the voyagers swan song,
Unto the cast a ways vanquished soul!
Legends speak of banshees of the blue briny deep, whom cast bewitching
Spells mesmerizing voice and song, beware youthful mariner for charms echoing
Beauty, may cause deceptions fall from grace, nay naivety’s innocence
Attracts creatures of passions folly!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DR. JAKAL AND MR. HYDE
Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde,
Within all mankind a darker side exists, it is the beast,
Teetering on the brink of being released at any time.
Hatred’s malcontent, our inner basic instinct prowling, in
Our darkest part of the soul of humanity.
A madman’s obsession to gain control of his darker side,
Experiments in places where thou’est should not dare go,
Making judgments only left unto a higher powers call.
In a hidden laboratory, beneath the darkened streets of London,
A scientist crosses a fine thin line between the conscious. And
Unconscious mind, splitting his spiritual soul in two, releasing the
Beast from within himself, behold Mr. Hyde, heckling, screaming,
Into the darkness of the night, I’m free at last.
In shadows hollows he lurks, waiting to prey on the innocent,
Unaware of his malevolent presence, a black bag tucked under
This creature of the inhumane picks his victim with sheer disdain.
Luring them with silver flashing coins of promise, he kills without
Hesitations malice, relishing in their screams of tortures monumental
Torment.
But the manufactured poison, wears thin, and the Dr. Jackal, personality,
Chimes in again, and realizes what his alter ego has done, but it is too late,
To save the innocent from death’s final demise, so he flees the scene,
Escaping into the night’s shroud.
Never again Dr. Jackal vows, will I release this inner demon, yet
Hyde will not be denied, I will take power again.
Dark and light battle within one beings soul, until the eclipse of one nights full
Moon descends, and Dr. Jackal faces Mr. Hyde at last, ending his own life!
But in hell’s final crescendo, whom truly has lost the battle for existence,
The Man or monster.
Heaven only knows the truth on such matters; I’m just a lone mourner,
At a madman’s funeral, and shall I place two roses upon his grave, one
Of ebony black Mr. Hyde, and one white for my dear friend Dr. Jackal.
Farewell my friends, may you both find some kind of peace on the other
Side, he left a note with these budding gifts, and it was so signed
Sincerely the man dressed in black.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
THE HAUNTING
Entombed behind isolation's walled prison, a haunting
Malice has so trapped me within, evils chamber of the forsaken.
It crouches beneath shadows shroud, its leering eyes pierce,
Through the darkness’s pitch black covenant of the night.
A pacing beast, anticipating my movements, mocking my
Feeble attempts to evade this frenzy's tormentor of darkness.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued weaver, spewing lies
Deceit, intricately aligning its widow makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling laughter echoes against dead reckoning, a chilling
Appetizer is my soul of innocence, as if pleased at malice's intent,
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing its human pet.
A vacant numbing feeling over comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage, rebelling against hatred's
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond my spectral captivity,
Hear me disgusting creature, I shall destroy thee,
Leave me alone screaming aloud, sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows, an odorous stench fills mine senses,
It speaks unto me, cease mortal miscreant, none leave here alive.
A deepening realization rushes against the conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing, to be pounced upon, a toy mouse, captured
Between claws, extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp, choking life's breath away from me,
Feeling every heartbeat slowing, quietly ceasing.
A stinging pain rings within my ears; death has claimed me at last.
Oblivion's muted dead, never part shall we, my lips are so tightly closed,
I can't scream with horror's terror anymore.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven, released from beyond hells hidden
Regions a place devoid of spiritual salvation, foul demonic spirit
Haunting madman's kingdom, it whispers to me in sweet melodies
Aftershock, now we begin!
You truly belong to me, with satisfactions grimace, the creature smiles
At my deadened corpse, with satisfactions pleasure, the jackal reveals
Itself unto me, the demon himself, called the devil, thus stands before me,
And now I know the shattering truth, I am the forsaken.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I killed the earth last night,
with my unregistered gun and I joined
rich men with toupees, and backbones
of little boys.
I killed the earth last night,
by bringing my .38 caliber to school.
Bang. Bang.
I killed the earth, and danced to the tune of
slam,
the bodies falling to the ground.
A little boy carrying a man’s weapon.
I killed the earth last night,
and I saw it coming but wanted five more minutes of peace.
I killed it by selling underage girls
while hiding it underneath cat calls from heckling men, or
by paying more attention to moderately priced sales for
televisions,
Ipads, and
Iphones
on Black Friday,
made from workers in China on a dollar fifty an hour wage.
I killed the earth last night,
and brought it home to mom as it slowly shriveled away.
She put it outside, saying the blood would get everywhere
and out here, no one would see it.
I killed the earth last
while us sheep bask in the bashful sun,
with a back drop of man aided acid rain, I blissfully
killed the earth.
I killed the earth today,
by deporting babies born in the state,
to save money while political leaders like
Donald Trump,
Vladimir Putin, and
Paul Ryan
bestow upon themselves millions of dollars
while us sheep bask in the sunlight.
I killed the earth last night,
by not allowing Syrian refugees into the country,
and I became a slave to the hallucination that genocide isn’t real.
I killed the earth last night with police brutality.
I killed Tamir Rice,
Michael Brown, and
Travon Martin.
I shot them because of the color of their skin,
and took a slap on the wrist and cried.
I killed the earth last night with nuclear bombs.
I shot down a plane last night,
was it an acquaintance or a friend?
I bombed a gas station last night,
only to gain money for myself,
while telling the sheep to do back-flips, telling them to
follow the other sheep basking in the sun.
Baa.
Baa.
Black sheep.
The black sheep will help us all.
But I killed the world last night.
I wish I never hit snooze.
12/11/2015
Elizabeth Marlo Cabrera
4/24/24
I've played plenty
On my conscious life weighed heavy
I have to stay ready
Then aim steady
Obstacles I will face many
Can't give ground or let them take any
These snakes pesky
Often they petty
Life can get way deadly
One big crazy medley
That sometimes became sketchy
After turning strange and messy
When it all begun
At first it seemed fun
But now I constantly need one
Its like a giant re run
As if it all means none
I just want the deed done
Too much green buds
Turning to weak lungs
Coursing through my veins is beast blood
Surging like an extreme flood
Causing me to eat bugs
Then overdose on these drugs
Because I just need love
I don't care what she does
Still secrets swept under antique rugs
Continual self centered greed
Across the seven seas
It never seems
I have more than I could ever need
I just cant let it be
Even for better means
Militia troops
Involved with religious groups
That have ties to wicked roots
Still tricking youths
How can I believe we all pay the cost for a man picking fruit
Hard to say if they're giving the truth
When there's no living proof
Just some mark or trinket found by a shipping route
It was settling
But people couldn't stop meddling
Now too late for regretting things
The same can be said for back peddling
It's continued developing
I do not look forward to the hell it brings
The ground trembling
Buildings leveling
The noise is deafening
It's as they've described a reckoning
Might as well be my death sentencing
This is menacing
All this wrestling
With what I continue questioning
Life doesn't get easier, I forgot mentioning
Sick of the concept of time, quit threatening
Like my life is on a clock, it's unwelcoming
Why do lives get regarded as second string
Y'all should be ashamed for tarring and feathering
Still you give yourself too much crediting
Quit all your beckoning
You're really just heckling
Slowly disassembling
Yet still a nestling
Playing on uneven ground, hardly ever leveling
Eventually will or won't make sense of things
I am the cubby in my closet during dreaded nap time,
Asking Mommy to fix my mess
Of barbies I thought looked better with no heads!
Grandma and me drinking her "special shakes" when I arrived,
Her outburst of heckling when ever I caught sight
Of the Koosh ball with purple, green, and white.
I'd cry hysterically until she told me that everything would be alright,
Then we hugged and snuggled 'til the wee morning light.
I was eager to get to bed so I could start the next day
And have Poppy push me in the swing and ask him to sing,
Way up high in the green tree.
I am school and the snake and the jungle gym,
Little girls screaming "Don't talk to HIM"
We ran in the field, jumping and playing,
Spinning so fast our brains started swaying!
Fresh cut grass beneath our feet,
Running so fast we lost our beat.
Having my cousins come over to sleep and play,
But before we could even get started my Daddy would say,
"Pick your corners Kids!" and so we did.
If we acted up we always ran and hid.
I am helping with the laundry and cleaning some rooms,
And then I got homework and knew I was doomed.
I go to the park and play with some friends,
Come home smelling like sweat and dying grass.
Learning to play music so I could serenade,
Buying school lunch until I got brave.
Who cares if I brought a sacked lunch?
Soccer practice taking up time I soon found I hadn't had.
I am not wanting to grow up,
Playing with Pop-a-Bowls on my head
And parading around with our makeshift top hats.
I am volunteering to help read to the kids,
Playing trains and dress up until I drop,
Looking forward to nap time more than ever.
I an one with the ball,
Games every week with just eleven girls,
Wishing I would have done better,
Only able to blame myself,
Crunched for time with not a minute to spare.
I am grounded and level headed,
Wishing I was small enough to hide at night,
Hearing people I love continue to fight.
Running it off to relieve the stress.
Hoping that one day I will wake and see,
Everything like it used to be.
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"Saw-an older-yet still-rather now that I think-of it-quite-young looking-physically
and-mentally... disabled-person get on-the bus one-afternoon-as I was-riding,
Joyous, stagily boisterous... !"
Believe-he-had-of-the-purest-right-to-be... !""
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""Beautiful yes I so happy;
he-said,
"
"First-time riding on bus-yes... .
he-took his-time... .""
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Some-never make it this far.
Again-my-heart soared as it cried so proud yes-so proud you-bet I sure-was for-him... !
"I heard those whispers you get you-know, whatever color, race; "Gee, oh-man, good-God I
just-got off work-now I have to deal again with this... is this going to take all day... ?"
"This grand example of God's mercy, the time-with another spent to support this innocent
walk he carried well yes his burden the-prudent-culmination-on this given-day of their
faithfulness... illustrious!"
"Yea-no judgment of himself-another I bet-even crossed his mind-probably I felt he
striving for his-own he finally got it."
"I feel-it was the-freedom of his independence through His individuality-offered to-him
like-it just-could be like this with-all of-us... ."
"He-new anything less than this surrendered to something-far greater than the-heckling
he-received, I believe borne this way He-was offered to all of-us only and maybe just
alone for this very-reason-that day... ."
"Matters not the indifference, feel-it'd be a far-sight-better without it, believe they
remain as-such all-to teach us, I know their all sweet-lullaby's of-surrender if-truly;
tuning into their-song; we-all-might-just take a small-moment and-look... .
In-fair-support-unified bound; our hearts soaring taking in the faithful choruses,
bellowing out loud together their-grateful songs... .
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In the boxed gilded frame exists the residue of
A painter’s vision, of his nightmare placed upon
Canvas.
Locked within the cells of four square,
Lies a view into the ethereal world beyond our
Conscious mind.
A heckling demon does laugh, as she the white
Gowned maiden of innocence lies slain, as her bloods
Warmth slips silently away, and life's flash memory,
Closes around her for the last time.
Hear the thundering sounding. From the heavy laden hooves,
As hell's white steed, claims the vanquished heart of
The innocent, and riding unto the gates of black ebony,
He does so bare a rare prize, the soul of purist beauty.
Oh so do the angels cry in heaven, weeping in tandem's chorus.
For death's fallen will know the torments hidden in
The mighty halls of hell's keep, for dark has over come
The light, and at its flickering the last hope of mankind,
Has become one of the shunned.
Seductions father of evil, takes the white hands of
The maiden of innocence, for one last waltz, as life leaves
Her damaged shell, behind a phantom spirit of betrayal,
Is left at the threshold of the forgotten, and salvation's door
Slams shut unto her; she is suicide's victim of the broken
Hearted, never to know the taste of Eden, or to see the glory
Of Gods kingdom beyond.
Nipping beneath the ladies gown of white, the demon
Chastises her, belittling a life so sacrificed for what
He does so scold; it is a minor thing, this emotion called love.
Tears fall, be you so quiet, demon, I've suffered enough, but he
Is the hell's jackal, and is her greatest tormentor.
Awaken painter, she pleads from the ethereal realm,
In sweats uneasy slumber, but the artist shields his eyes to late,
And he has seen too much, for a mortal to so easily forget.
Upon the canvas is a dreams vision,
And trapped within, is she the soul of innocence,
Forever encased within this prison, a
Painter's revelation, called the portrait of a
Nightmare.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A smashing sound stirs, they “bang the gavel.”
Concessions granted; court begins to unravel.
The eight need votes, an agreement was reached.
Abandoning rightwing values once preached
Tenure, cast it as a repudiation of his failure to lead.
Accusations of advancing policies, this day he’ll heed.
Policies that harm American families and children
What we are really saying is we must stay in power, bewildering.
A twenty first century political leader top level
Thought to have made a deal with the devil.
Backdrop of heckling and mockery from his colleagues
Only good behavior with us, we only hire trusties.
“You’re no martyr!” Shouts from paranoia’s untrusting
Of brokering a “secret” deal, on Ukraine funding
Offered an ominous warning as the House veered toward an ouster.
For broken promises, we shall reckon with the next jouster.
Because he wanted to work for togetherness?
To anyone with a pulse this is senseless
They tabled the vote, why I don’t understand this.
They made no secret of their opinions of this antagonist.
Bemoaned that the House as an institution is broken.
Tears fell and words nevertheless stayed unspoken.
“Elect a speaker that will help us work to pass policies.
That coincide with our beliefs and our monopolies.
That truly support the people of this country!"
Again, spewed so untrue, to help, is elementary.
Ensure we do not come to the brink.
Of another government shutdown I think
Due to disagreement of the budget, it’s greed.
Taking programs away from those in need
Where results are dire, it makes no sense,
Results are disastrous and it is dense.
The Talking Heads request.
Changes inevitable are for the best.
This isn’t a test, "Stop Making Sense!"
Start making corruption end, hence!
A better America will prevail.
Not just another deal with the devil