PC2 W/O -A Tale of Murder and Revenge , Epilogue and moralOct 17 '02 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Murder and revenge-a cautionary tale. Caution-extreme violence! A gun was pointed at his head As he lie snoring in his bed Wake up Now! my angry cry Theres no more outs! This time you die! Ive waited nearly forty years For vengeance to be met While you went on , without the fears That you would pay this lawful debt. I found her there that morning, warm, blond hair fanned a halo for her head Laying separate from that perfect form which rested still, quiet, on my bed. I found the knife, its blade splayed wide The tell tale measure of your deed My mind froze up, my soul then died My life no longer mine to lead. I lived for vengeance, day by day My venom feeding on itself While you went free, no sin to pay, The blade lay open on the shelf. I took the body, and the head, and hid them in a place where no one searches for the dead Or now thinks back upon her face You lived your life, and I lived mine each indifferent to the other Even friends from time to time I often called upon your mother. But this day waited, even then for NOW to come about I know today, I cant pretend. The secret must come out. His eyes begin to open, stare A piercing blue so cold A gaze as empty dull and bare As plastic glasses growing old. "To me she was nothing but a toy" The muzzle presses closer still "She meant nothing to this boy I helped you grow! Until..." I will not hear it! I fire at him And watch the liquid spreading He feels nothing now, my brother Jim, The flow is great and soaks into the bedding. Hah! I shout! Let this lesson fall to those who think that childhood memories fade I will avenge my Barbie Doll Ill see your wicked debt is paid! This poem, if you can call it that, is dedicated to my big brother who did indeed decapitate my Barbie doll 40 years ago, and MY gun was a water pistol. By the way, thanks Jim. I always hated that doll. Epilogue and Morale: Sunday Morning ***** From the enemy She thinks she won the vengeance game but Im the master here just let me get my weapons out and finish this last beer. "O sister could you come outside? Ive something in the garden and a little note from me to you begging for my pardon." Right she thought, hes given up. Finally admitted That Im the better scrapper now. Hes finally outwitted. Still not trusting she tiptoed out, Quiet stocking feet just shuffing the polished kitchen floor in darkness to see if he was bluffing. He stood there on the deck in shorts one arm extended paper white she watched a moment then approached OK she said, Ill bite. Cmere he whispered, pointing toward a corner left untended "There by the bush, Look at that!" ..and then the pretense ended. He flipped the switch on the sprinkler head and leveled it at her chest She was doused from head to foot cold water drenched her Sunday best. OK were done, she said at last. But theres a moral yet to tell Vengeance is a cheap cop-out It is pay backs that are hell! Barbie Speaks I am plastic, and I am dead My life is over. I ve lost my head. The boys all looked at my great boobs The silly fools, I thought them rubes. Fashion sense was mine to boast but real sex? my a*s*s was toast. Still I had something even then.... I really was a Venus Have you ever looked at stupid Ken? He doesnt have a penis. Did I say I was a poet? No I did NOT! Want to read some GOOD stuff? Well check these other participants out, or go to Annexations profile page for links. Lattechick - Annexation - Annecal - Badkittym - Imokliel - Shadow_Dream - Son_Gokou - Granniemose - Youngchinq - Maggsmom - Natch - Deaser26 - Nifer - Repulsemonkey - Officer - Lilscamp - 29th_Candidate - Sordid-1 - Sumo_Rhino - November-Rain - Tlimjoco - Flamepillar - Vania - Alawston - Jadabelle - Love_Less - Mafiapick - Charles_Tatum - Lemon_Lime - Nyquil_addict - Dedemw - Irrelevant More to come, Im not finished yet! Thanks to everyone who understands what is like to WANT to have poetry in your soul. Jude |
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