Sometimes Poems turn Dark.

"The road to hell is paved with adverbs." ~ Stephen King

"We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police. "~ Jeff Marder

"My sweet sister, here is a list for you. hands, attendance, four, love, monkey, always, girls, prize, dream, silly putty, - I can't wait."~ Reuben

Today as I was trying to work with a list given to me by my Youngest brother, Things took a dark turn. Now don't worry. I'm fine. I don't mean that things turned dark for me. I'd just run the darkness away. But the poem took on a dark quality. Sometimes words will do that to you. Looking over the list I could have written several poems and being me I most likely will. But this first one has dark edges. Yet in a weird way this poem is a true reflection of the way things often work in the world we now live in. I hope you enjoy it and read with an open mind even if you really don't like dark poetry. The second poem Posted today I think will be special to The Brother who gave me this list. Do you know where we were? I bet you do. He bowed to every one of us that day.. do you remember? I hope all who visit here enjoy my poems today. I am out of lists for now. Readers feel free to send me a list of up to ten words... Normal every day words.. Have a great Day!
Patsy

Trial By Jury

Hands cuffed, Ankles
chained like a monster
he looked around
at everyone in attendance.
So many people cared.
But not for him.
Not for the first ones.
Poor victims, went unnoticed.
White trash ignored.
He had heard them say
Bad girls had it coming.
Dizzying, All these people!
"My sweet sister" he thought.
My only friend. Taken
by the drugs. Ten he was then.
No family to care.
He had no peers.
Making monkey motions
at the jury, four men
and eight girls. Why?
Always more girls.
He liked girls. He had
been considered a prize
by all the pretty girls.
Then he had turned
their dream into a nightmare.
Their lives twisted like
newspaper cartoons
on pink silly putty.
One too many.
A mayor's daughter
people got scared.
Already convicted
He was grateful!
Death their verdict.
" I can't wait!", his reply.
He should have stayed
out of the rich neighborhood.
Death would set him free.
Free from the darkness
that tainted his very soul.
His heart was thankful
for his Trial by Jury!

written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-27-2008

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Bobby's Last Dance

Looking at his hands
praying no one noticed
how they trembled.
He was feeling his age.
Life catching up with him.
Needing a left handed smoke.
He had peaked out back
Every one was in attendance.
Nosy bunch. His sisters kids.
Bull dogs he had called them.
The Girls weren't too bad,
he almost liked one of them.
But those four boys. Bull dogs.
Even he had been bitten.
Fighters every single one.
Better left alone.
Made him proud to be kin.
They would argue over his gift.
Him making monkey faces
as they fought to get his dishrags
with his hard earned money
hidden away on the inside.
She always wrapped them for him
laughing together like old times
as they chose her prettiest paper.
He loved her like no one else.
"Oh my sweet sister!" he smiled
thinking about their life. Twins.
Her husband was a wonderful man.
Their love for each other pure.
He had never found the dream
love they shared. He had tried.
God knows he had tried.
"Hurry up!" his Partner called.
"We need you to Dance."
Strut Miss Lucy. A children's game.
Every year they played silly games
But he liked getting the prizes.
With a wink and a nod at himself
He slipped his silly putty
back inside his front pocket.
"I can't wait" He yelled.
He knew he owned that game.
He danced through the house
down the walkway and across the yard.
Then Bowing to his partner
he stepped out into the joy
of Bobby's Last dance.



Written By:Patricia Sawyer
10-27-2008