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Banjo

Banjo

It was early in the day
The market street was busy
An average sized crowd had gathered
He played sitting on a high stool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

The music was amazing
His talent evident
He looked thirteen years of age
Certainly nobody’s fool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

There was cash thrown into his case
His audience was enthralled
By the artistry he displayed
Mesmerized by his stringed tool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His jeans were raggedy
Shoes worn and soiled
Hair unwashed and straggly
But still he was pretty cool
Banjo boy why are you not in school?

On closer look
There was sadness in his eyes
He looked a little malnourished
Under that sweater of wool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

Likely homeless or a peddler
Making money with his gift
Impressing all with his music
His situation seeming cruel
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His flair for performance
Was evident in his ease
The dirty street was his oasis
Convenient and free was the rule
Banjo boy why are you not in school

I stared at him through a prism
Seeing his potential multiplied
Wishing him the success he needed
To extricate himself from this cesspool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Average

Convenient

Oasis

Peddler

Prism

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Evil Woman

Evil Woman

You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level

Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother

A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted

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Innocent

Her perfume redolent
in the night air
as she walked
to the water
alone
with ne’er a care

What was blue
had become black
with no warning
In a heartbeat
she had been knocked
on her back

Without substance
an accusation held
Lies spread
in wildfire
her dignity at risk
she was compelled

His rebuke cruel
and unfounded
confrontation inevitable
Waiting by the shore
calm and present
his demeanor unbounded

Confusion existed
stretching distance between
Eyes locked
apology offered from
him to her
she began to careen

Caught in his arms
was a natural state
The darkness lifted
memory vanished
in a flash
like it never existed

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Redolent

Blue

Substance

Natural

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Fire and Water

Fire and water
We travel through it by far
As much as I douse your flames
You continue to spar

Paralyzed by your words
Cold and cruel, you are an animal
Each one a mind blowing zing
And you claim to be rational

Your criticisms are unfounded
They are unkind and heartless
Where is your filter?
But you proceed regardless

Saying whatever you want
Irrespective of the effect
If I try to distract you
Your voice will inflect

It hurts and you are aware
But it doesn’t stop you
Never apologizing
Your behavior is askew

For the pain you inflict
I don’t know you anymore?
Not recognizing who you’ve become
I feel cut to the core

Our communications escalate
To a level that is dangerous
Your false accusations
Are downright traitorous

You are determined to compete
I have become your arch rival
To you I practice cognitive dissonance
But in reality it is my survival

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts:

Zing

Distract

Compete

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Famous or Infamous?

Famous

Famous 

Famous or infamous
Which is better
Do you want to be revered
And live by the letter

Or do you want to be remembered
For some outrageous act
Shocking the world
That you want to attack

Craving attention
Loving the notoriety
If there is no goodness inside
Is this the best you have for society

Responsibility comes with
Any kind of fame
Are you up for it
Can you take the pain

Surely you must know that
Kindness always wins
Your behavior will be in the spotlight
Everyone will be looking for your sins

Be famously good
Not infamously cruel
The world needs to be inspired
Not someone changing the rules

Egregious behavior will
Never be accepted
So think carefully
Or you could be rejected

Famous is what you need my friend
If you want to be remembered
It’s the only way to be
Or else you will be censored

Christine Bolton

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