The Living Poetry word prompt - Remedy
He is a remedy for disaster
always in for the spur of the moment
lack of structure
inability to follow instructions
trigger happy is his signature
a tiny cell in the marfia organism
domino effect till the world rots
in total surrender
Tag: crime
Preying Love
This is a collaboration with Sana on Ted Bundy and Elizabeth Kloepfer. You may read more about Sana’s wonderful poetry via Instagram @Confessions_of_Sophia
Tiresome
is my around the clock
bloodshed fantasy
You give me relief
like I once was
a new babe
slept in peace
without a worry
in this monochromatic world
A viral contempt
simmers in the pit of my stomach
As I lay awake
and stare at the roof
empty eyes
died a few months ago
though your love resides still
In my chest as I take a pill
through lows and highs
till my pride denounced my cries
of endless love
of your name
Now I am amorphous
out of love
The heart is embers
I carry this emblem
on the vacant mausoleum
of corpse once called memories
Somthing is off
my solace, my love
You make me edgy
All of a sudden
You are out of my possession
You were once the crib
I returned to
after a blood thirsty hunt
my resting place for reprieve
Now
you are out of reach
You befriended the dandelion
and are madly in love with wine
It wasn’t you
It was obsession
that made me fall in love with
bloodthirsty vampire
Your good boy next door grace
yet you never left a trace
You gnawed, clawed at my soul
It was a total blackout
within and without
When you eerily kissed me
left blood from a killing spree
I was obssessed
I was maybe your next nominee
The back yard echoes your melodies
You were a prodigy
of your world
But I am left with nothing
falling in abyss
Not Quite
The darkened moon
over the slate grey corn field
blanketed their nakedness
In a false sense of hidden pleasure
they were unaware of
the savage slayer
The golden sunrays
across the flxen corn shoots
highlighted his lifelessness
In an unexpected turn of event
the prey rebeled against
the arrogant attacker
Trapped
he barely goes to the well
he knows spring ain’t flowing
there were times
hard times, soul searching times
he sat by the well
sobbing
telling her about the hard yakka
he poured into the farm
yet yielded no return
except rats
he gave thanks to her
for the insurance money
which kept it going
and kept him sane
not by her own will though
then
he cursed her for
the nightmares
she inflicted upon him
“I love you sweetheart.
You had been good to me.
The farm is my everything.
I sacrificed you.
Now I am bearing the pain and loss.
Would you let go of my torment,
depart from me my darling wife?”
Why aren’t the roses growing
his neighbour always had a smile
hanging above her taut full lips
wearing yoga pants and platform shoes
she also had a cat always hungry
the feral creature preyed on his birds
with deprived and snarling face
he checked the cage everyday
OCD on its bars and lock
leaving no chance for the predator
to his dismay
he returned home to find an empty cage
with no sign of his two budgies
only
the feline was grooming uncaringly
…
he is looking out the window to the garden
wondering why his roses are’t growing
blood and bones are meant to be
excellent feed for roses
he was careful with the burial
to ensure gradual decomposition
and slow release
he cannot understand
why aren’t the roses growing
perhaps cats do indeed
have nine lives
Unusual case
a murder mystery
occured at three o’clock
nobody’s around at noon
only a mutt roaming the morgue
here laying horizontal
a koi once was coy
would it be the furry feline
who is licking its lilac coat
or the hunt alone heron
who is parading the pasture
the crime scene creates suspicion
blue-green algae blankets afloat
the floppy leaved floating lilies
consealing goldfish’s corpses
tainted water toxic pond
poisonous plant
inflicted the innocents
unusual mystery unravelled
Rust
the sky is weeping
for the loss of
a loving mother
a supportive daughter
a caring friend
at the blooming age of 33
the wind is raging
against her murderer
a chameleon charmed his way
into her innocent heart
a fungi corrupted her being
eventually caused her to
lose her defence
she is lying in repose
a beauty covered in rust
like a tainted rose
The Crime Hierarchy
the rambunctious head of the household
submissive yet overbearing advocate
dependents running wild
in the confine of farming life
leather face old man that hunts with a rifle
she runs over little lambs for feast
children grew up witnessing these normalities
one of the children
was convicted of second degree murder
the noise of the struggle
screaming, screeching, pleading
he had to bring them to silence
when you apply the transitive logic
it all makes sense
Snow globe
it has been a long week
the nights have been extra trying
without knowing if
his name will be cleared
little Leila has nightmare again
screaming down the duplex
she is racing up the stairs
almost trips over her own slippers
she holds Leila to calm her shakes
kissing her head and humming ‘edelweiss’
her sobs and shakes subside
her eyes are on the squirrel
trapped inside the snow globe
she follows Leila’s gaze
tips the snow globe upside down
the snowflakes flying all over the squirrel
just before she puts it back on the side table
her fingers feel the stickiness
she turns it over again
and sees the crimson edge of the snow globe
it has been a long week
the nights have been extra trying
without knowing if
his name will ever be cleared
now that her suspicion
finds its substance
Flicker of Thoughts 