Poem: Prevention

I work for a place that PREVENTS child abuse. That is the first thing that made this endeavor a challenge: How do you write about something that has not happened? My organization trains people and provides technical assistance to those who work with families, so they are not necessarily the first line of action either. They are in the schools and run programs, as such, but again, it is a tough angle to write from. They asked me to do so.

Prevention

Days can grow long with a sense of no hope

Life has its struggles of a too much to cope

I could know not the answers for a world of dismay

Fallen ‘pon hardships of a sure disarray

Money grows tighter so as can’t meet their needs

Obligations as mother are a challenge to heed

How can I feed them and who will buy clothes

Help with the housework? God only knows!

They disrupt any quiet and disobey me at will

Constantly crying, and the whining grows shrill

Lines of support mostly shatter or wilt

Relationship’s falter from foundation’s poor-built

An urge often rises all the harder to fight

You are weak with exhaustion; every nerve starts to bite

Control could be lost bringing anger to head

That’s when children get beaten; that’s when children get dead

One should see these portrayals as being unset by stone

There are choices to make if we’re not left alone

For the parent who struggles, there’s an alternate route

Teachers with answers to be found all about

In the training, assistance and support we provide

At each fork in the road better paths get applied

Here lies a purpose and the mission at core

Preventing abuse – we will work all the more

Copyright SGW 2009

Sarcasm ...

... your body's natural defense against stupid.

Poem: Fresh

Fresh

Winter’s gray shows signs of lifting;
New life pauses to reflect
Upon a thaw of hope;
And the color returns.
Promise opens wide her petals
Toward strengthening sun
Whose warmth feeds the soul.

Let this not be false;
Allow sustenance;
Don’t grow cold again.

For I have put aside
All sweaters, gloves and heavy coats.

Copyright SGW 2009

Poem: Time Running

Time Running

The choices are plentiful,
Or is it more lack thereof.
Trapped by the indecision
From a multitude of chance;
This path, that road or ... somewhere.
Decisions are bound by fear,
Like the chaos of panic;
“What to be’s” know no answer,
And resolution dwindles;
Dwindles down into darkness.
Is there a place to turn to?
Unknowns cast a cloud of doubt
Over skies once built in hope,
So now as the clock ticks on;
Await the clarion call;
It is time, Scott, it is time;
Choose ... choose right ... or suffer on.
These are my daily trials.

Copyright SGW 2007

Poem: Insanity

Insanity

As winter lies restless in tears of the mind

Storms leave the markings on a time undefined

Where whispers find calling in residued voice

Echoes of laughter ‘long the walls of no choice

Harassed by the demons holding bitter-pill wish

The pains served as trials are an unpleasant dish

Quickly, seek cover, darkest clouds find the sky

Believe there’s no danger and buy into your lie

Copyright SGW 2009

Poem: Mark Levin Popped A Blood Vessel

Mark Levin Popped A Blood Vessel

A special perk of Obama’s winning has come from funny place

So now I find amusing voice where once I heard disgrace

Perchance I moved the dial over and settled ABC

The ranting, raving lunatic espousing mad decree

Calls of creeping, Marxist fear and manufactured dread

Pathetic sheep who heed his call – the mindlessly misled

The “know it all” and “said it first” and “all the others follow”

A “noble” soul, “the patriot” and facts come awful hollow

Crescendo builds to righteous rage, can feel his anger flourish

Visualize his neck vein surge as hatreds he doth nourish

Hypocrisy, extremist fear and all the facts be damned

The script lays out the master plan: “Division on demand”

The worst our nation has to give of worthless, empty din

Think self-absorbed, say bottom fed … you know it’s Mark Levin

Copyright SGW 2009

Footnote: Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Michelle Malkin, the entire FOX “News” Network, and Ann Coulter can be substituted in for Mark Levin (among others), but you will have to work up the closing rhyme.

Because Nothing Says Jesus Like a Concealed Weapon

Why are gun nuts the biggest cowards?

Poem: Between the Rhyme

Between the Rhyme

Too often doing time
World is deaf and dumb and blind
Loss is less than fine
Walk between the rhyme

The glimmers lose their shine
Reach for the divine
Shown a greater sign
Walk between the rhyme

Gone all hope to find
Crazies stir the mind
Dare to cross the line
Walk between the rhyme

From holes one cannot climb
Your is yours and so is mine
A weirdest of sublime
Walk between the rhyme

Falling so far left behind
Slept through vigor’s prime
Walk between the rhyme
Walk between the rhyme.

Copyright SGW 2008

Thank God!

Is George Bush president?

Twists

I thought the world revolved around ME. But then I walked a bit too fast, banged my head against it and found myself passed out on the floor a few hours later.

Scrubs "Guy Love"

Poem: Wind Bag

Written unexpectedly a few weeks ago because I worry and also hold a low opinion for those who it behooves to play the part of what they are not.

Wind Bag

Pretends he’s enlightened

When the light barely flicks

He will sprinkle his musings

With some few choice-word picks

The soul of an artist?

I think not, no way

His clumsy conclusions

Barely mask what they may

From within threatening aura

An abuser implies

What she sees in this fool

While the truth she denies

Cook up the fictions

And set out to sail

The picture might focus

Into fullest detail

A surface illusion

And the warnings seem clear

In the bounce that she’s taken

There is much she should fear

Copyright SGW 2009