ShamusDeyo

ShamusDeyo Mar 2015

The Son

In earlier times a Daughter was born
Who carried the welts of a belt
An oath of no children
By the Mother was sworn

Ten years went by
An she agreed to one
But you must never
Lay a hand on my son

The man felt afronted
By the Oath on his head
But agreed to the terms
His wife had said...

The son was born on
A hot august Morn
But the oath on his head
Was the Mans Scorn

As the Boy grew older
All of 8 years old he
Was told his mother ill
Her Failed sight ner seen

The Boy Had to help
The mother to cook
Taught by her
From recipe books

The Man owned a factory
Where each day he must be
After school his time
Was never free

He must clean
The factory floor
And haul the Rubish
Out the door

By 9 he was working
with 16 ft boards
To help make the slats
That paid for our Board

When ever the boy talked
Of what he had learned
He was ridiculed by the father
And vicously Spurned

He was called
Insane and stupid
Told he belonged in a
Mental institution

He was told
He was a slacker
That nothing he
Did was ever right

The Spite and the Hatred
built Day upon Day
His father argued
With all that he'd say

By 12 the Boy had
Longshoremans
Syndrome, from the
weight of the work

As his spine was growing
It bent the spine as it formed
The Raging went on day after day
The abuse heaped on the head of the Boy

When Finally he left
With his back to the door
For 2 years they never
Heard from the Son

Till he missed
Them and called
2 minutes it took till
The father started again

The son slammed
Down the phone in tears
And wasn't heard from
For another year

Through all of this from 5 years old
He'd been ***** by an older boy
And Held it all within Him
Afraid of his Father he never had told

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I am setting here in tears thinking how hard this was to write. its the events of the story of my life but I survived

My Sister said that even though she was beaten she never had it as bad as I did for her the beating would end but for me it was unending verbal abuse

At the Factory one of the Machines could kick back wood shards at the speed of a bullet and embed them in 1 1/2 inch sheet rock wall behind the operator, 2 ppl went to the Hospital with wood completely through there hand sticking out both sides... Also I had to run the paint sprayer without a mask the Paint being thinned with Leaded Gasoline for me to breath

ShamusDeyo Mar 2015

Fathers 10W

Five words Dad never said,
I'm really proud of you....

Its all I ever wanted to hear...

ShamusDeyo Mar 2015

Woman.....

Like water washed in*
The Tides of the Moon
You bend and Flow Like
Willow branches in the Wind

Its how you Survive,
The Giving of Life and
All that comes with it
That nurturing Demands

Composed like Rose Buds
With a Heart of glass
Mended so many times
The Aches that have lasted

And then time Passes
And your Healed Soon
Like water washed in
The Tides of the Moon

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An Expression of Thankfullness

ShamusDeyo Mar 2015

It's not All Lolipops and Gumdrops

She was Different, just a little
In school the Kids would taunt
To escape the Pain she, Went
To the Medicine Cabinet

Robitussin, Oxycodone or,
Whatever she could find
For the Taunts on the Internet
To Stop What's on her mind

As the taunts went by Twitter
All she had, was nothing but grief
To the Medicine cabinet she went
Searching for her only Relief

Soon she found a guy, who would*
Tie her off, and cook the Spoon
For a good ******* he.....
Would keep her from the gloom

The scream of the Sirens
Sliced like a Knife, And
Flashing red and blue Lights
Cut through the Night,

The EMT's rushed with urgent Speed,
This young girl was in need, they checked
For the pulse of a heart now stopped.....
Its not all Lolipops and Gumdrops

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such a sad state of affairs

Mar 2015

Joe Cole

The Country Way Of life

Country life is fine if you can find the time to go out in the early morning rain to feed the chickens
Traipsing round the yard is not so very hard but beware of dragging mud into the kitchen
On a freezing winters morn you can keep quite warm chopping logs to fuel the cooking fire
Be careful where you tread because that yard is full of dread and you might end up to your knees deep in the mire
Spring will soon be here and you can dig the soil through then watch the birds eat all the seeds you've sown
Summers here again, you take off your shirt to catch the sun then complain about your red and blistered skin
You reap what you have sown, wipe the sweat from off your brow and wonder why you chose to live like this
You sit down for a beer, ignore your nagging wife and throw another hard won log upon the fire
You know its going to start again when you go out in the rain once more to feed the chickens in the yard

You chose this way to live, you chose your nagging wife
**its you who chose the country way of life

Just fancied doing a fun piece