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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
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3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
313 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
313 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
11th Oct 2022 8:03pm
My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
313 reads
3 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
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1 Comment
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
324 reads
1 Comment
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
324 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo Complications
Feeling light and debonair
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
750 reads
21 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo Complications
Feeling light and debonair
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
750 reads
21 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo Complications
Feeling light and debonair
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
750 reads
21 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
29th Sep 2019 4:32pm
#MeToo Complications
Feeling light and debonair
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
he threw all caution to the air
and strode across the ballroom floor
to ask again to dance some more
and she said “spontaneity
frivolity and gaiety
are only fine when you’re mature -
your body-language makes me sure
your youtube moves are just a hack…”;
refusing him she turned her back
which he accepted gracefully
was now the way things have to be
for in these days of hash-me-too
one treads on eggshells with the view
that asking for a hand in dance
is fraught with...
#women
#men
#MeToo #funny
#MeToo #funny
750 reads
21 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
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