Poems

Redemption

jb

When I was a little girl
Not yet a woman of the world

I dreamt of becoming an artist
During my childhood darkest

When I was a teen
Wearing tight blue jeans

My only thoughts
To escape every night fought

Through college I went
Suffering every torment

Not getting a PhD
To the world I went to see

Sold clothes at a department store
Dressed men with clothes galore

Wanted more and more
As it was getting to be a bore

So a business woman I became
On this earth to stake my claim

Caught up in a destructive game
Burnout and lots of shame

You pulled me from the Lost and Found
At a time when I nearly drowned

Rescued me from The Life
That brought me so much strife

Given me more hopes and dreams
Than I had ever dared to dream

So your queen I did become
From the ashes I had come from

All of this would have been enough
As dreams are made of this stuff

A man like you there is none
And then you gave me a son

As a bonus to your gift
Now the days are all so swift

A man, you are an exception
My only soul redemption

Valentine

valentine

Happy Valentine’s Day
I wouldn’t have it any other way

Second holiday of the year
With our son, our newborn dear

Magical forest your dark hazel eyes
Who knew we’d have an angel in disguise

You’re his and mine
Our stars have aligned

So thankful I am for you
There’s nothing I won’t do

So eat and sleep, sweet love
There’s nothing I’m more proud of

For you have made this holiday
Surpassing a thousand bouquets

Trafficked

bloodyhandcuffs
 
Somewhere over the rainbow
Someone will hear my cry of “No”
 
Lured in a parking lot
Before I knew it, my arms tied in a knot
 
Could this be happening?
Head against his car slapping
 
Eyes blindfolded
The terror has unfolded
 
Taken to a cold house
He tore open my blouse
 
Threw me onto the bed
Monster and his friends then fed
 
Once untied
I asked why and cried
 
“Right place at the right time,”
He said, “You’ll earn me a pretty dime”
 
I stared out the window
From this place of hellish limbo
 
And saw a line of men
Foxes to devour a hen
 

Little Piggy

bloodyfingers
This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

Boy

klimtpregnant
Who are you
I say and coo
 
Hopes and dreams
Your father and I beam
 
Smiles for miles
As I pick onesie styles
 
Will you turn out to be
More like him or like me
 
May you grow old
And have a heart of gold
 
Marry the one
Whom you love a ton
 
Have children of your own
Be there when they’re grown
 
And look back with joy
As you read to your son’s boy
 
But until then
You’ll be ours and when
 
You come out of my womb
And, again, love will bloom
 
Oh, how very proud
I say out loud
 
To be your mother
As we wait for one another

Touch

klimt
 
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Not for me and you, two love birds
 
The feel of your skin and hair
How I love when we’re all bare
 
With every breath I take
I’m overwhelmed with a sweet ache
 
Covering you with endless kisses
Enthralled to be your missus
 
Forever my love you’ll be
You fill my being with glee
 
There is no sensation
Or exhilaration
 
That comes close
To the love that flows
 
Between me and you
One from two
 
A high that is so much
Just feeling your strong touch

The Ripper

jacktheripper
I made my debut
When very few knew
 
My taste for lust
And a hooker’s bust
 
It was 1888
Money was easy bait
 
East End of London
England’s dungeon
 
First was Mary Ann Nichols
The thought of her still tickles
 
Plucked out her teeth
Right under the night’s wreath
 
Tore out her tongue
To the pleasure I clung
 
Second was Annie Chapman
To her, I was a captain
 
Cut her throat
Like a slaughtered goat
 
Ripped out her intestines
To do this I was destined
 
Third was Elizabeth Stride
She was a special prize
 
This one I did not feed
Plump one she was indeed
 
I did her body what I did the others
But hers reminded me of my mother’s
 
Fourth was Catherine Eddowes
To her I gave several blows
 
Temper, temper, Miss
Cutting her was a bliss
 
Then was Mary Jane Kelly
How I opened her belly
 
As fair and sweet as she was
Slashing her gave me a buzz
 
You see, my day job
Saw women as snobs
 
But at night
Some let me bite
 
And to them I gave my thanks
Down by the river banks
 
As a physician
I was on a mission
 
To show them
They’re to be condemned
 
Never have I been so chipper
To be called Jack the Ripper