I was made to feel small.
But I am a better
Person that you think
I will  rise above
Your canny remarks

eleanor prince Jul 2016

two men sat fishing
by a village stream
one short
one tall...

Short Man:
I think he's wrong
to chat to kids
leave them alone
there is no need

Tall Man:
What have you there
your venal mind
has lost the plot
there is no deed

Short Man:
No man has kids
who like him so
it must be bad
let's cast our vote

Tall Man:
No issue here
we're always there
he's not alone
I'll have you note

Short Man:
They tell him stuff
we never hear
why don't they talk
to us instead

Tall Man:
You're busy mate
you shut them up
and all you do
is keep them fed

Short Man:
It's just not done
the kids all flock
they see a saint
could be a threat

Tall Man:
The Lord himself
had kids mill 'round
for he was good
no need to fret

Short Man:
It's true I s'pose
that's different though
a Son of God
can do it right

Tall Man:
So all of us
imperfect souls
can only lose
the moral fight?

Short Man:
Of course it's not
as clear as that
just can't abide
if kids get hurt

Tall Man:
Well that's okay
but blacken not
a decent man
by throwing dirt

Short Man:
I'll flog him to
an inch of life
if we would hear
he's crossed the line

Tall Man:
You know I loathe
all deviant ways
be careful though
for he's benign

Short Man:
I hear you man
my thoughts run wild
we mustn't see
it black and white

Tall Man:
Imagine if
he's told this sh-t
to slander hear
how would that bite

Short Man:
You have a point
not all are bad
some have more time
than most townsfolk

Tall Man:
I've heard he steers
them to the good
he's simply not
a usual bloke

Short Man:
You're right my friend
you've pulled me up
an honest man
we should defend

you may enjoy seeing the pic I selected from Flickr for this:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/samkennedy1/7795937594/in/faves-51029280@N05/
Maple Mathers May 2016

Not prison, nor killed,
But his memoir's fulfilled
He named me Ann Williams
Amidst hints he instilled.

His fact is our fiction - demurely disguised.
Bad move, Tomas Gregory
You're tied to your lies
Unwise, catalyzed

Your pathetic demise.

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Gang Raped in Aspen:
The personal account of an innocent man, savaged by American injustice.

http://www.amazon.com/Gang-Raped-Aspen-personal-injustice/dp/0984940111

how bizzare; how bizzare
MsAmendable Aug 2015

Battered whispers of fake truths
Snarl through innocent ears
And bend unwilling hearts.
It's a song as sweet as poison
And bitter as glass eyes.

Noandy Apr 2015

The postman boy
Has gotten weary of the stories told
Wrongly by dear Oblivia on the yards
Every morning.
The postman boy comes for
The warm-hearted letters of distance sons
But on his hands are letters of slander and
coalition he did not fathom.

Jazmyn Lilo Mae Nov 2014

I am the wolf
hidden in their skin.
I will never be them.
I will never fit in.

And the sheep speak slander.
Their words are venom.
Driving me towards
my life as a phantom.

And it's sick
That we carry such thunder.
When in all that I wanted
I was never a wonder.

And to eyes that see me,
to the eyes that look over
I still go unnoticed
As easily as the four leaf clover.

Frank Ruland Nov 2014

"Slinging slander in sheer desperation"

You level our lives with lies
while looking us in our eyes,
in fear of finding your own demise.

"Daring to cast damnation with no deliberation"

So bold as to render us cold
with tales and fallacies you have told
in an attempt to sell sinful lies you want sold.

"We suffer immolation upon the stake"

We stand and burn in the flames
of a world where we're rendered depraved
by your whispers so grave.

"Berated by blasphemy from a soul so fake"

We fall to our knees in the dirt
while the stones you cast hurt
us with the accusations you assert.

I wish that I had thicker skin,
That wouldn’t let the harsh words in.
I wish my skin were an armored shield,
And the insults had no weapons to wield.
I’d be a warrior, impervious to pain.
No negativity could scar or stain.
I’d have no doubts that one could feed.
Persecutors could not succeed.

Yes, I wish that I had thicker skin,
Impenetrable to another’s sin.
No one’s words could tear me down,
And make me feel like I might drown.
No, I would be so proud and fierce.
I’d have a heart no one could pierce.
I’d turn my back to all hate.
All the derision would hold no weight.

I wish that I had thicker skin,
And you couldn’t insult me again.
No way to scar or mar this flesh.
No wound left behind by your thresh.
You’d try to batter, but I wouldn’t bruise.
With every lash there’s no blood to lose.
I’d feel nothing from all your blows.
Invincible to every single one of my foes.

Yes, I wish that I had thicker skin.
The one I have is much too thin.
I feel too much so I hurt too much,
And there’s no one with a healing touch.
The slander hits me and I bleed tears,
Until the pain flushes and clears.
I try to not let all of the mockery in,
But I wish that I had thicker skin.

— The End —