Week 265 (June 14-20). Poems. Topic: Knife in the Back.

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You have until the 20th of June to post a poem, and June 21 to 23, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best.

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Knife in the Back

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!

Thanks to Ryan Stone for suggesting the topic!

[Edward]

This one might be a little too crude in places. Be warned!

Title : Treachery!
Poet : Edward Davies

I recall when we were close
We weren’t deceived, we weren’t morose
We’d hang around like all was great
And never turn our thoughts to hate

Until that time I met a girl
My heart did skip, tongue did unfurl
I’d feel a twitching in my heart
You helped me out – well, at the start.

You gave ideas and made suggestions
Answered all my tricky questions
Named some places, things to do
The best place for a rendezvous

I bought her chocolates, gave her flowers
Wasted immeasurable hours
Wooing her from dusk till dawn
(Suppressing every trouser horn).

Until the day that you concluded
You shouldn’t have been excluded
From my lady’s fond romances
Or her furtive tender glances

So you set upon a quest
Much like a man by girl possessed
And asked her out behind my back
And filled her with your semen sack!

I hadn’t even passed first base!
My lips had never touched her face!
Let alone what you did with her
You treacherous deceitful cur!

I hadn’t made my move quite yet
(Though I thought sex was a sure bet)
But there you were like some Greek God
Defiling her with your cheap rod

When I found out I couldn’t breath
By my best friend to be deceived
I felt the blades infectious rust
As in you I lose all my trust

I hope the two of you are pleased
(And that your parts are all diseased)
I lost a friend, you broke my heart
My life began to fall apart

And so I leave you with this thought
Sometimes romances come to naught
Having a girlfriend can be nice
But don’t let friendship pay the price.

[Mark]

Topo Chica Loco


She nursed upon a Topo Chico,
And scissor-crossed flamingo legs,
Her favorite word apparently neeto,
And lack of conversation begs.

She had a flaming incense burner,
And she could throw a mean Tarot,
She splayed the cards like a Paige Turner,
And told me all I need to know.

She had a wrecked Corvette,
Two tattoos of her pet,
She was reading a book,
But she wasn't done yet.
She named me Mister Right,
But I couldn't come in...
She said her house was a crime scene, ha ha ha.

She heard that I pursued another,
And called to try and change that tack,
I arrived, she changed haircolor,
And stabbed me right into my back.

She nursed an ice-cold Topo Chico,
And poured it slowly into a bowl.
I died to Apple Jacks and neeto,
And watched her kill her cereal.



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[Ryan]

Reading Between the Lines

In fairness, he came from the wrong side of the tracks
In fairness, he was right off the rails
In fairness, he had a face not only a mother could love

And she liked to judge books by their covers

In fairness, she had her head in the clouds
In fairness, she sought greener pastures
If truth be told, she dreamed of happily-ever-afters

And he liked happily-under-the-covers

She believed in love at first sight
He loved her the minute he saw her
They loved like there was no tomorrow

Love is blind more often than not

In fairness, his world was white and black
While she gazed through rose tinted glasses
In fairness, it was the green eyed monster

Who stuck a knife in her back

~ R ~

any feedback welcome

[[deleted user]]

Here is my poetry submission for the topic: Knife in the Back. Feedback is ALWAYS welcome! (Trying another non-rhyming one.)

My Brother by Melissa Andres

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words can never
Hurt me?

Words can pierce
And they can crack
A heart wide open
Like a sharpened blade.

I can forgive but
Can never forget
My loving brother the
Pain shakes my very core.

What does it matter
If years have gone by?
The flower withers
Day by day.

The sun is not as heated
As in long times past
Rays weaken and fall away
Yet sticks and stones remain.

[Kate]

I decided to try my hand at poetry today. I'm open to any criticism. Hope you like it!

Title: Holding Hope
By: Kate H

Each night I ponder
the words I could borrow
to express my love so true,
and my heart is strained with sorrow,
for I cannot ever have you.

I continue to search for a flame as bright
as the glorious morning sun
which confiscates the moonlight,
and I know my love will not be undone.

It’s like I have a knife to the back,
embedded between my shoulder blades.
How is it so that the love you lack
becomes stronger for me, and never fades?

Will you ever feel the way I do?
Please promise me I won’t wallow
in the sadness and the blues
of my selfish, desperate sorrows.

I can see now that my love is a lie
And you won’t ever feel the same.
But I’ll keep my head up, never cry
for my heart does not deserve that shame.

[Ruthie]

This is something I wrote a few years ago after my friend and I had a huge disagreement at work. Lesson learned: don't mix personal and work life. Don't worry, we made-up after a few days of no speaking.

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Payment
(2012.02.06)

is this the price i have to pay?
for being myself with you..
is this my heart's weight in gold?
the equivalent of my honesty..
is this the penance for my sins?
the absolution for my past..
is this the cross i have to bear?
a debt i have to pay for life..
tell me, is this the cost to free myself?
from the chains made of mask..
will i always be the one to give?
the one to sacrifice it all..
do i always have to be alone?
i have to lose so i may win..
do i have to pay this price again?
i found myself, but lost a friend...

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Sorry if I keep using old materials. It's just that once I read the topic, this piece automatically popped in my head. Anyway, feedback and comments are welcome. :)

[Jim]

not sure this works... so any feedback/critique will be greatly appreciated. thanks for this space, guys!

Caterpillars Come
borrowed and restructured from my longer prose poem "Knife Cut on Leather"


There’s a set of crooked teethmarks
on the back of my train seat
where my right shoulder touches
the leather. Although the train is
packed, no one sits next to me.

I look down on the bag
beside me. Its blackness
has been mine for three months.
Someone else’s before that. Someone
now gone. As if crawling

towards it in a sharp S is
a vicious knife cut on the leather
seat that’s been stitched up.
Caterpillars come to mind.
Poisonous centipedes.

-o-

[Joci]

My entry this week is an homage... those who watch/read GoT will get it, hopefully!

the darkness of your know-nothingness

It was dark
As the cloak, you chose to wear
As the vow, you once swore to keep

It was night
As all the nights, you have lived for
As the long night, you were afraid of

It was dark
As the darkness of your know-nothingness
As the looseness of your archetype

It was night
Though, it was not the night you’ve been longing for
Nor the night you wanted to escape from

It was night...

Yet,
The sword you once were
Was the only one you could not bear

Jocilene Lima, 18/06/2015

[Ryan]

Oh, Jon Snow :(

[Edward]

Ryan wrote: "Oh, Jon Snow :("

Even readers of the books don't know the outcome of that one! :-O

[Ryan]

Only a guess-I haven't seen season 5 yet. I hope I'm wrong...

[Edward]

Ryan wrote: "Only a guess-I haven't seen season 5 yet. I hope I'm wrong..."

Avoid social media, my friend. So many spoilers!

[Joci]

We wait for the next season/book, whichever comes first, to find out :)

[[deleted user]]

Edward -- Yeah, a little crude but we were warned. I can really feel your anger in this and I don't blame you a bit!

Mark -- I liked that she had two tattoos of her pet. :)

Ryan -- Loved the repetition. Very good.

Kate -- Very nice! Such emotion!

Ruthie - Well written. Glad you and your friend made up. But I can tell you went through deep heartache and confusion at the time.

Jim -- Caterpillars! Awesome!

Jocilene -- Has a dark, mysterious feel to it. Good job!

[Joci]

Thank you, Melissa! Your Feedback is always appreciated. :)

[Guy]

The Skin that Used to Keep me In
      by Guy Duperreault (FB&C welcomed)


It would appear that the time of my long sleep has come.

There is a pattern that might be discernible in the patterns I didn’t want to see.
That’s my theory.

It is only a theory, a nearly random thought,
thought in that hypnogogic state,
a liminal thought easily passed off as pointless or marginal,
a Cassandra thought in that time between what was then
     and what isn’t
          and what could never have been.

I used to long for that sleep and now…
Now I am not sure, a hesitation lost.
I know it is here, but the moment now
     is a pointed mystery
that tickles the hairs on the very thin skin,
     skin thinner than it used to be,
          covering my untenable vertebrae.

I was tickled once.

I was tickled once, up my back bone
     of that I am sure.
And yet, the memory of it has faded,
grown thin like that skin that used to have the strength
      to keep me
          in.

I had a friend, once.
Once, at one time, I had a friend,
who set me free to be more and less than
     I thought I’d
          be.

[Arun]

Sorry for the delayed entry, been a hectic week.

The Informant's Betrayal

Feels disgusting.

His back, my knife, I am in the right,
For greater good, call it, some might.
Yet the touch of betrayal so etiolate,
Remains so, even with justice's light.

Feels disgusting.

Met his eyes, just before death grabs,
The life, which flickered behind them;
Accused me little, shocked but mostly,
Disappointment is what it had in stem.

Feels disgusting.

Scum he was, drugs sold, kids no less,
Families destroyed, he built his own -
On top of the very graves responsible,
And there I stood watching, I condone.

Feels disgusting.

Raised me as his own, I was his child,
Trusted me with his life, that I took,
For my conscience spoke, aloud it was,
And for a brief moment, I was a human.

Feels ...

Yet I don't feel vindicated, rather I,
am lost; as if my renewed identity - a
proof that I don't know who I am, what
it is that I seek - mercy or serenity?

Feels ...

I have ruined lives for him - and what
he did, was unconscionable and unjust.
Now, I repaid kindness with a knife in
his back; a monster with a human lust.

A monster cannot walk among humans for
he has long since been forsaken - ah I
see now - it was not the betrayal, but
my monster within that now disgusts me.

[Ajay]

Polls are up! Please vote!

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[Guy]

Thank you Ajay.