Head smacked
With an abrupt thwack.
Nose aggressively shoved in the corner;
Followed by the crazed rant
Of an old school rhymer;
Unaware their current act....chant....
in the Future be court docket tabled....
Labled...
And designated a "child abuse" crime:
Breaking news at prime time

"How dare you speak to me?
Didn't your mother...
Or father teach you proper manners?
Look here, look listen! Directly into my eyes see!
So... I may know you understand clearly.
Little girls (and boys) are to be 'seen and not heard.'
You disrespectful ****."

" thwackity thwack"
A hard double hit reverberates  
(Emotionally terminates)
As a forceful chalked blue
Cue
Smacks...
Cracks...
The backside of the child's red
Pigtailed Head
(Thrusting it forward in an eight ball call shot
Designated for the left corner wall slot).

Nose banking the wall with a hard ******.
Dripping blood
(In full crimson flood),
Invading her mouth with copper waste
(Mixed in with the salty taste
Of tears falling in silent haste).
Destined to dry with a tinge of rust
and crust.

Followed by a loss of parental guidance trust.

Daring not a single peep--
In weep.
The child covers her bloodied mouth
(With trembling hands)--
Muffling emotional cries at an alarming rate--
(In a fearful state),
Dreading a forced follow foul stroke:
That a single sound could provoke.

Contemplating her prelection:
In extreme sudation.

She wondered why her mother....
Father..
Encouraged her ranting chatter
And told her that all questions matter?

Didn't they know that bubbly banter...
Chatter...
Would cause her
Disciplinary stature
(Possible nose fracture)
And a guaranteed position in the corner
(Under the care of an old timing
Rhyming....
Bitter....
Head splitting
Sitter)?
Marie Moldovan ©️ 2021

Certain obligations will remain,
with a backyard reborn in Eden.
I can only hope I can separate
good from ignorance.
Now, in my acceptance of defeat,
I have proven myself better alone,
and stronger,
but with an open heart,
and open mind.

Translating emotional state
Takes some discipline and listening
From thoughts to words in place
Don't lose sight of actions in flight

Tame the beast before it feasts
Monkey brain reframed
As allowing a creature out of a cage
isn't necessarily the best way to participate
Elevated above this primate state

Contest shortness of breath in the chest
Slow feelings in controlled action
Pause for a rest and step left in turn
Observe the effects that reflect on you best
To check what you've left

The flash flood of euphoria,
is swallowed by the thirsty ground,
eternally unquenched.
I will smile,
and fix my eyes on the desert sun.
I will grow roots and bloom,
an endogenous cactus,
while envious drifters lick the sand,
desperate for a drop of rain.

I’m A... Marshal of Reality Verse...

So REMOVE The ABSURD...
From The Words of Big Virge... !!!

I RARELY Curse Unless It Works...
To Feed The Herds...
With POWERFUL Verse...
That Ultimately Serves To...

... DISTURB The Perverse... !!!!

Or YES... PERVERTS... !!!

Because I MARTIAL Like... LAW...
BROKEN Jaws... ENSURED...
If ******* of The Cause...
Is What Writers Stand For... !!!!!

So I Marshal Them...
Like I Marshal WAR...
To Make Sure I STEM...
Being Thrown Off Course... !!!

My Position’s ASSURED... !!!
I’m A MARSHAL For Sure...
When It Comes To The Core...
of Wordplay That’s POOR... !!!

My Martial Art STRICTLY Imparts...
Verse That HITS HARD...
As Well As Being SMART... !!!

Cos It’s SHARP And DARK...
And Comes From MY HEART... !!!

So Does Beat REAL HARD... !!!
And At Times Quite FAST... !!!

When ANGER Is CHARGED...
That Gives A Kick Start...
To Thoughts That Mark...

A Mind That Imparts...
REALITIES... STARK... !!!!!

NO TONY Just Cards For Poker Sharks...
Who... Martial Tricks And Financial Stings...

That Have... WAR LINKS...
And Economics That Could SINK... !?!
Those Now Choosing To Embrace NEW Things...

Like... CASHLESS Vibes...

DON’T Doubt Those Lines... !!!

Where Marshalling Cash Doesn’t Seem Too Bad...
Until You See That Technological Traps...
May Leave Us Trapped With NO WAY Back... !!!

From CORONA Lands And That’s A FACT... !!!!!

So Yes MARTIAL LAW of A DIFFERENT Sort...
Is What The Hoards Will Sign Up For... !?!

It’s A Time To Marshall WITHOUT Being Partial...
To CRIMINAL Clans That Are Government Backed... !!!

To Provide Them With HACKS...
Where... DIGITISED Plans...
Marshal Like JONES In U.S. Zones... !!!

While... On The Down Low...
Is How Man Will Roll...
Ask SNIPES Cos' He Knows...
How That Role Goes... !!!

Which Goes To Show...
That... Freedom Road...
... Has Marshals In Tow... !!!

And On That Note It’s Time To Go...
But Here’s One Last Flow...
To... Let You All KNOW...

That My Status Is HIGH... !!!!!!!!
When It Comes To Writing Rhymes...
And That Is... NO LIE... !!!

The Name Big Virge...
When It Comes To Words...

Can ONLY Be DEFINED...
As A True Connoisseur of The Spoken Word... !!!

That When Observed...
ULTIMATELY Makes Me...

.... “ A MARSHAL of Reality Verse “....

when will
I love them
birdsong

“I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it, —
I 'm used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,”

“And I tip — drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
'T was the new liquor, —
That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they 'll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh, —
They 'll carry him!”

- Emily Dickinson.