Linda M. Crate- Two Poems

consequences 

 

what is this country

coming to?

we're so far into hell's

handbasket i'm surprised the

sunlight can still find us

immorality and injustice rings 

loudest in a world of apathy

and indifference; in a world where

i'm right and you're wrong i'm

big and you're small mentality still exists —

prepare for battle, war is on the horizon

of every blackened cloud;

this fury of our darkest hour lays it's

angry palm before us, wanting nothing more

to crush us beneath it's bloodied hands

have we learned nothing of the past?

are we doomed to repeat the same mistakes

because people are all either not enough well read

or illiterate zombies that care not a dram for

books or education? can we not swallow

our pride and wear a bit of humility? why is it so hard

to admit that what we're doing and where we're

going isn't where we want to be?

women, men, and children in our nation once great

deserve better than the best this land is giving them

you shake your fist at gays, at women,

at anyone who thinks differently than you do?

then perish men in a sea of your own hatred

because love is the greatest magic of them all and she

could heal you, but you choose to give into the

darkness of your hearts and for that there must be consequence.

monster

 

i was happy once before you

but now that you're gone 

i've forgotten to smile i asked the moon

but all he knew was of grey and silver

i asked the sun,

but found her laughter irritating not contagious

there's no denying it

you ate my pretty little red heart

now i'm yours; forever yours — 

what kind of manner of monster are you?

a charming man in wolves clothing

or a charismatic wolf in the disguise of man?

i suppose it doesn't matter, 

either way you've devoured my joy

for it only exists when i'm with you as if

the topography of a smile can only

be found in the presence of your love — 

all the sunshine in the world could not give

me the bliss of your passionate kiss

startling leaves off the trees in autumn;

you gave me a necklace

and a butterfly ring

for you my heart sings,  and if i had to spend

eternity with anyone then shine me seven

infinities spent in the comfort of your arms

because anywhere else is misery — 

your pretty white raven sitting in the tree,

has now been stained your shade of

indigo black hiding behind every smirk of your eyes.