The Venomous Whip that shattered A Crib.
Is he the Lecter Hannibal?
An angel turned to
A devilish animal?
The devilish Fury
Gained from
Deviled curry
The carnivorous
Blood thirsty cannibal
The breasts, the liver, the legs,
The necks, the barbecues
The DEVILED chickens
The DEVILED Pigeons
The DEVILED muttons
The DEVILED BELLY BUTTONS
Thin belly of his, now
A fat belly filled
With dolphins, griffins,
ANGELS, CHICKENS
And pigeons
The murderous villain,
Thrashing heavenly heroines
The whip, the swing
of his filthy limb, the spikes
made his wife limp. Filled
with venom shattered my crib.
said to her,
“You kinky nymph,
go sleep with that
pulpy pimp”
The savage rage
turned her white
cleavage Beige.
Like a man, with a mast,
with a shovel
I went to fight, with
all my muscle power
and might, stroked
a sturdy dunk like
Howard Dwight
The tainted rescuer,
the tormented savior,
The frenzied blast
of the anguished infant
The Villain
Not scratched, not tainted
The soft delicate blow
Of mine,filled with hate
For the villain,
love for the valiant
The Devilish reaction
The Father’s destruction
The whip of extermination
Pierced my ear, split it opened
Blood spurred, limbs gashed
The venomous whip
Ripped my soul to dust
The Angel’s love exhaled
The Devil’s hate inhaled
I became THE DEVIL'S MINION
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©Copyright 2009 Shashendra Amalshan
This is so powerfully executed with cut-throat imagery which is brilliant, yet the poem is so very very sad. This leads me into domestic violence where a loved one of the victim is exposed to violence of the emotions, even if not physically. As you say, this can happen commonly in households, but it is so imperative not to repeat the pattern of the abuser. Thank God for poetry though, as getting it down so vividly like this, may help, but as Leslie comments he can't wait to see joyous writing from you. Excellent writing and perhaps an excellent beautiful piece about a family member you really love. Guess who?
There's alot to admire in how you put this one together. Tragic and dark! A great poem!
I love it as I am really so sad today...Too devilish but it suits me so well..Love it Shan...The venom of this poem starts running through my vein..And that feels gooooood .
Yes scary, but not at all out of place for many today. What's new for the woodland creatures that live by the stream? Be thankful for that lover’s evil lies,/ deceitfulness, the wounds offered/ in trust with each warm cup of coffee,/ shared breakfasts filled with poison:/ concocted elixirs of medical doom. Kneel / to the demon’s diabolically soft hand/ that shared each evening’s bed afire./// It sounds / like the lit kiss of Judas / or Helen’s rosy cheeks, / Caesar's blood dripping/ beneath Pompey’s statue/ or Anthony’s lips kissing / Cleopatra’s warm breasts,/ Napoleon’s firm ambition/ for ruthless power forever/ marking the nose-less Sphinx/ or Titus Andonicus mixed / into Shakespeare's ink./// a poet friend// RH Peat
*That's very powerful, Shan...It is the function of the arts to explore violence and evil and your poem does that admirably well...Have you seen Picasso's Guernica? And have you seen Goya's painting of "Saturn devouring his son"? You might want to google them. Also check out Goya's dark paintings. I'm not giving you these references in order to make you write even more 'violent' poems (Don't hold me responsible for that!) but to see that your poem is in this long line of works in which the artist-writer legitimately explores this 'dark' aspect of life and human nature... Shakespeare also supposedly went through a dark period as in his "Macbeth" and "Hamlet"...The artist's exploration leads to greater understanding and insight into our human condition which is what poetry is about...Perhaps your artistic impulse is prompting you not to settle in to the poetry of complacency, as that invariably leads to ineffectual and effeminate poetry...
I can't wait for your writings to become joyous. It would be so beautiful.
A very violent write...a bit scary too.
Well Shan...all of us become the devil's minion sometimes...or atleat let us become like that on paper... I hope whatever it was that had u building into such a rage has calmed down and you are feeling much better. I admire the way you portray these things and yeah as you say..poetry need not always be pretty.Its about honesty and creativity...Take care !!!