Posts Tagged ‘Terry Smith’


Freedom

 

We are all searching

for that someone

that quickens our breath

and lets us exhale,

that consumes us

expands our minds

and will remove these shackles

and free us

from ourselves.

 

 

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you’ve found a home with a window seat in the attic of my mind

 

I woke up this morning

wanting to suck lightning

roll up thunder

smoke it

& exhale the sunrise

 

dive into

your deepest oceans

& cover you in pearls

of gossamer

to crown you

my Queen

 

when the nighttime comes

caress your moon

write an ode to you

in stardust

to be sung by

the cosmic breeze

 

 


From veteran Poet and debut Author Terry Smith comes BATHROOM GRAFFITI, a thought provoking collection of satire poems laced with a raw observational edginess that literally drips with emotional and heartfelt meaning from the walls and stalls surrounding that dreaded thing we come to loathe and cherish – the public toilet. But regardless of the words scrawled in the dirtiest of ink, each do have a genuine story that definitely surpasses that old clich√©: “Now here I sit all broken hearted. . .”.

 


Danza Della Anime
with bravura strokes
she paints a tapestry
of desires & ancient wounds
upon wisps of shadows
long succumbed to darkness

bound by umbilical thread
screams of shattered silence
reach vaulted peaks
to drown

circumference of flame
closes to corset
devouring sins
purified soul released

as hind-sighted children
play roundabout
& echo gregorian chants
of the free


Please don't call it my town I just live there

Please don’t call it my town I just live there

 

¬†I live in a town so small you can go from up-town to down-town…just by turning around …where the newspaper is a pamphlet that comes out once a month…mostly about people who couldn’t wait to get out…it’s called “The Obituaries” but I know I saw Mrs. Lacey sneaking out of town real early one morning….a place where the only gun restriction is that you don’t point it at your waitress…. where Andy Griffith goes to get away from it all…a town so small they still sell penny candies…you have to buy them by the dozen…and you only get four but…….where the only store sells guns & beer next to diapers & Viagra…..I remember this one time …the whole town lost power….somebody tripped over the cord…. the mayor drives the school bus…we had a riot one time…two people went home for lunch…leaving me all alone….we had the same homecoming queen three years straight…time for a new one…if she graduates…where the closest hospital is so far away they usually just go to the cemetery…and wait….and the school is right next door….so you can see your future….a town so small you can look out your window and see who all your neighbors are doing…where everybody knows everything about everybody…unless you are new here like me…and I keep to myself….a town so small all the women’s periods have synced up and for a few days a month they change the name to “Red River Valley”……someday my name is going to be on that pamphlet…one way or the other.

Respect where you came from

* I did want to include the world as a whole but could not find a collective of stats…

As a man
I say

STOP

all this
madness
defiling women
like it is our right
to desecrate the sanctity
of her womb
not even wipe your feet
before entering a room
do you kiss your mother with that mouth

in the united states alone
a woman is reported raped
once every 2 minutes

EVERY TWO MINUTES

and that’s just
the
ones

REPORTED

in the time it takes for me
to read you this poem

2 women have been raped

STOP

why do you defile
the place from which you came
those who gave you your name
you kiss your grandmother with that mouth

one third of the population
of the fairer sex
of a nation
has been raped
that means if you are a woman and have a woman sitting
on either side of you
one of you
has
be
raped

STOP

have you no shame
women have struggled
and died to give birth
every day
and you soil the
sanctity of that
’cause
of a
flame
in your
pants

YOU ARE NOT A MAN

you kiss your daughter with
that mouth

that mouth
the one your mother
held to her breast
to give you nourishment
and

LIFE

that mouth
that kisses your wife
& children before they go to bed

and the men of power let you out of jail
’cause there ain’t enough room
to house all the people that smoke
WEED

or do some other drug

probably to escape from the reality
of what you did to them
change lives
in the blink of an eye
without remorse
that could be

your daughter

your wife

your mother

and that is

THREE

so take your pick
it was probably

one
of
them

now bow your heads
and pray
for the two
that had to suffer
while you listened
to me
pray for their souls to be free


Contemptible You

You tattooed
my affections
with all the
delicacy
of a meth addicted sadist
with daddy issues & a jackhammer

your ink
a mixture
of nightshade & cyanide
seeped from your lips
& into my pores
in [toxic] ating me…..

nicotine scented swirls
& ethanol procured smiles
lead to ecstasy induced spasms

little deaths
of my soul