B L Costello: Favorites

Oct 2017 B L Costello

sunprincess

Hey everyone from New York to California
Please, no more littering our land and seas
No more throwing out trash from your vehicles
or depositing your leftovers under trees
Help keep America beautiful Please!

So sad, the whole east coast is
Littered with Trash!

#litter #america

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Is It Okay To Love You?

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Laura Duran

Is It Okay To Love You?

Is it okay that I still love you?
Even knowing what you did?
I knew nothing at the time
Hell, I was just a kid

I sometimes got the feeling
That maybe you were mean
But I'd push it from my mind
Like some forgotten dream

You used to tell me stories
Before I'd go to sleep
You shared with me imagination
But kept your secrets hidden deep

As I grew into a woman
You gave me great advice
You taught me to be honest
For to lie you pay a price

You told me I was beautiful
And you loved to hear me sing
I never felt you judge me
I could tell you any thing

By then my sister and brother
Had left to escape your fury
You made us think they alone were guilty
A swift exile by judge and jury

I believed they were to blame
Yes, I believed your lies
Even though Dad's heart was broken
Even when I heard his cries

As the years progressed
You shared a little of your tale
About your ******* of a father
And how he put you all through hell

Your last years were full of pain
You suffered much before your death
You begged them for forgiveness
Then you took your final breath

But the damage was too great
And we would not recover
We remained estranged
From our sister and our brother

Since your death I've learned the truth
What you did, and what was done to you
My hearts breaks for the abuse you gave
And the hell that you went through

Now my heart is so confused
I don't know how to feel
Is it okay to love you?
Is the woman I knew even real?

I can't explain it any better
And I don't know what to do
I wish some one would just tell me
Is it okay to love you?

A poem I wrote about my mother many years after her death, when I learned the truth about what she had kept hidden from her children. So much more than could fit in any poem. I remain confused about a lot of things, but I love her. I am me, in part at least, because of her. What ever wrongs she committed, she is my mom and I'll always love her.

#mothers

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Storm

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Keith Wilson

Storm

Lady said
"Shut up about the storm
else you'll be in one"
Charming, I thought

Oct 2017 B L Costello

My love..

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Lvice

My love..

My love,
You dress like an infinity of
Sunday's
You smile like the
Sun
As you rise
I love your warmth
And hold you
Close
To my heart

Oof...

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Cost-Benefit Ratio (PF re-post)

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Scarlet McCall

Cost-Benefit Ratio (PF re-post)

Poets are bipolar--
musicians, OCD.
I wonder if we’d have much art
without insanity?
Coleridge smoked *****,
Poe preferred whisky.
If not for their addictions
would we have their poetry?
Blake had manic visions;
Hemingway was suicidal.
The heights and depths of their emotions
meant their minds were never idle.
Garcia tripped on acid;
Iommi did *******.
Would they have played such blissful notes
if they weren’t a bit insane?
Yes, we must treat the ill,
we want them with us still--
but if we lost all craziness
there’d be genius that we’d miss.

When I posted this on Poetfreak a young woman was severely offended and demanded that I apologize. Apologize to...whom?

#poetry #creativity #madness

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Dandelion Wine

Oct 2017 B L Costello

Richard L Ratliff

Dandelion Wine

Dandelion wine


When you are dead and buried
Do your thoughts and memories bubble to the surface?
                        Feed the grass?
Do dandelions fluff and carry your ideas with the wind
Mental pollen irritating and pollinating the world
Impregnating others with your mental seeds
                 Both weeds and flowers
Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle
            Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Copyright 2017
Richard L Ratliff

Sep 2017 B L Costello

Happy Little Pill.

Sep 2017 B L Costello

h m w

Happy Little Pill.

He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w

I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.

#**** #sexualassault #assault #suicide #fighting #brave #****** #rapists #roofied #pills

Sep 2017 B L Costello

While You Were Sleeping

Sep 2017 B L Costello

Larry Potter

While You Were Sleeping

She was dancing with the devil
Foxtrotting in those 7-inch heels
Wearing nothing but her tattered guilt
And a crown to which infidels kneel.

While you were sleeping

He was playing god on a wooden table
Addressing his unholy congregation
Picking a necktie to choke his ego
While trying to outsmart an angry nation.

While you were sleeping

They were painting the moon red
For a puppet show that's about to start
All the blood-stained curtains were washed
For the blind audience to play their part.

While you were sleeping

You were walking on empty pavements
Letting all of hell to break loose
You traded reality for fleeting figments
Now you're trapped in dreams you don't get to choose.