Barbarism Unchained #poetry


I was chained to oars on a boat

who cares that the sea salt tickled my nose

I could not inhale the fresh brisk air

filth filled my nostrils

and leather threatened to lick my shoulders

“pull.. pull.. pull.. pull..”

I was urged to keep a constant pace

this was the life I was regulated to

I was once a simple farmer

who loved my wife and my children

I couldn’t wipe tears on my grainy face

had they been burned alive?

had they miraculously escaped the terror?

I opened my eyes from a dream

fiction always comes alive in sleep

today’s news is pushed beneath my door

I smell burnt flesh

screams pervade my reality

hundreds of bare feet pound in futile retreat

senseless are these radicals

who teach young boys to wield swords

my fingers sift through the ashes of a church

looking for any  remnant of life

the age old story on society overtaken by another

they called it “the spoils of war”

I call it senseless brutality

against peaceful  innocent victims

but then we live in an advanced age

“enlightenment” some call it

where civilization slides backwards

they inhale unjustified cruelty

the reclamation of barbarism

the true captives of a hellish purpose


Today’s prompt at Poets United is Captivity.

Nothing to Breathe

How many people are confined to a box rather than free to love in a relationship? Pull off the duct tape, leave the confinement, breathe…

The edges of the box taped down

holding me in

fingertips groping at the opening

“free me”

No response

only a cold malignant smile

trapped I become claustrophobic

“where is it?”

I have lost it

None left

reason absent

no air

you have sealed my fate

with duct tape and a cold heart

The Blade #flashfiction

The tale of the broken heart many different stories always the same result.


“This wont hurt” he said with false assurance.

The blade was sharp and swift.

Before she knew, it was severed – a connection of  beating hearts

His malefic grin bore no shred of concern.

The tears on her face wailed at the blow.

another week to share a moment of flash fiction with friends over at G-man’s place

Thanks to Creative commons and Pikimota for this blade

What she didnt know – he had applied this blade to many yearning hearts.


Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)


Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.

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