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Broken Shanty

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Broken Shanty Poetry

Source: hjtann.blogspot.com

As I sit under the dilapidated shanty, humming Love Lifted Me, I feel my broken spirit subtly lifted.

The gentlemen ask “do you go to church,” I said yes but I have not been for sometime because of work.

Now I am seeking comfort in the spirit that you implanted within me, Jesus.

I am sure you are asking “where have you been all along my child?”

I have been there all along my King, life just created that hedge between our love.

Letting wild tangled weeds creep slowly between our well manicured lawn.

Looking up at the holes of that shanty, so apt to mirror the vacancy in my heart.

Another day has done and I am once again under the beat up shanty.

Cuddling my body as best as I could against the frosty waves beckoning my heart.

It still bites, it is still raw, it is still vivid.

Too soon for coziness that does not measure the vast bleak despair.

Smiles should not be expected, if you get a few, then congratulations.

Torn between feelings of love and anger.

Confusion!

You should have protected me but you open the way to my hurting.

Verbal Diarrhoea spoils Nature’s Intimacy

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Unsettled, wavering thoughts wandering like motions between the branches of the coconut trees.

Human conflict spurred forth its lavic diarrhoe of nonsense, soon to be forgotten by the morrow.

But I am not one for pretension or bs, please do not mistake my reserved observing being, as a sign that you can toss me around.

I will surprise you by doing a David to your Goliath world.

You, yes you, a bully, pretentious, hiding behind the affordable chat rates.

Encouraged by similar loose tongue. Sooth talkers who navigate life, riding the backs of the unawares.

But I am alert!

My timely answers move quicker than Tyson’s feet during his prime.

I am doing an Ali movealike. I “flutter like a butterfly” and when ” I sting you like a bee” I will send shock waves of panic.

You never expected that did you. The part where I broke that vicious cycle of unnecessary servitude.

I shocked you, hmm? How far down your epicenter did I jolt your ridiculous premises.

You interrupted my intimacy with nature! How dare you!

Everyone Needs a Cheerleader

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When your grade says a F instead of the expecting A.

When your house is no longer a home.

When the Jerry Springer shows pale in comparison to your neighbourhood.

When you jobless so long you wonder what is the point of adulthood.

When you question the point of  your university education.

When the bank, the bank wants its money.

When your “friends” disappear.

When your wife cheats on you with your best friend and the child is his(the best friend).

When your last pair of shoes is on the verge of elimination.

When the mortgage on the house is in 6 months arrears and your husband is dying of cancer.

When you are pregnant and your boyfriends tells you to abort because he does not care for a child.

When your pastor is having an affair with your niece and you do not know whether you should let his wife know.

When your daughter is in turmoil from the abuse of someone she trusted.

When your ex-boyfriend poses nude photos of you on social networks.

When you feel like that Maths class torments you but you need to keep at it or you will not graduate.

When you contemplate committing suicide because you feel alone.

When the doctor cannot diagnose your pain.

When you  feel your faith in God is tiring and your church feels like a battlefield.

When that women next door is threatening to expose your illegal drug past to your boss.

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The Last Straw

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When your thoughts are so deep and you reach the bottom pit of your imagination,
Everything grows dark around you.
When you try to walk you tumble,
Cause you cannot see light to choose your path carefully.

All around you shadows shift,
Longing to engulf you make you no longer be.
As you move around in circles
Aches and pains are always present
Now your body is crumbling to pieces.

You are using your hands to guide you.
Like a zombie you are walking with eyes open but seeing nothing.
Fear is gripping your mind; your heart’s beating faster than a drum.
Then you release, it is the last straw.