Empowering Women- domestic violence.. Ideas?

[annaswirls]

Domestic Violence- for all sexes

Hey all, a little help if possible:

Poetry 911.
Yes. I belong to a group of paramedic poets that go out on call when people want someone to come do a reading for whatever the occasion....

I am doing a reading on Sunday at a Domestic Violence Awareness event.

I have a few poems to choose from, but if you have some, written by you, by someone famous, classical, etc etc. that you think would be inspiring, interesting, or of some value to this group, please let me know.

If not, thanks for reading this far I figured if someone had something in mind, I might as well grab it

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Blizzard Forever
by My Erotic Tail ©

Blizzard beats
at a window pane
watching snow
build up
around the edges
lack of
anything better to do

little nose
pressed
against the glass
watching the cold
thinking back
of chilly days
can't play
wondering
why
there are
cold ways

Child knows
against the cold
his mind's
windows of pain
will always be
a blizzard
because
his parents fled

will he be
forever
in a blizzard?

Wrap my arms
around him
wipe icicle tears
he knows love
and smiles at me
but doesn't understand
not having
his mommy
and daddy

neither do I~

so aunt and uncle
are now mom and dad
but one day
he'll go into the world
storming
searching
blizzards
wanting answers

why?

for I can't answer
the chilling question
or understand
cold hearts
two nose's
against the glass
when will
this blizzard pass?

 

[WickedEve]

Bone Poetry

Slice to there,
write painful,
clean.

There are details displayed with horrific delicacy,
fist and flesh trimmed to black, blue poetry.
Screams in the nest, still raw.
Wedded fray speaks for splintered wood,
for skin bruised like surrender.

Less is the language
of fragile poets.

 

[cymry]

I have several poems about domestic violence...first husband put me in the hospital at least a dozen times...but I don't know if you would want to read them for an Awareness Event. They are all rather dark.

 

[bogusbrig]

This isn't very inspiring but it was written when I lived in a flat in London and I heard some violence in the flat beneath mine. It turned out to be a man beating up his partner. I went down to check but this woman's elderly neighbour had already gone round to help and she had beaten him up for interferring!



THE PUNCH

The days drag and stretch like elastic
Pulling the brain out of shape
Something snaps and it’s usually him
As the doors begin to slam again
Perplexity rolling into a surge
As hate spills over mundane's weir
Crashing on her loveless bulk

Unholstered and cool as an iron
Coiled and highly sprung
Full of latent energy
His clenched fist fits, snug under her chin
As though nature intended it, as bony hammer
The shaft of a mace, bends back and swings
Projecting its horny head

Its knobbled edge can strike and puncture daylight
Knocking the world off its axis
And lay her flat in one
Stained with the spit of venom
She'll tilt her head
To hide his corrupt affection
Shamed by the capacity of love
To fuck things up!

 

[twelveoone]

This isn't very inspiring but it was written when I lived in a flat in London and I heard some violence in the flat beneath mine. It turned out to be a man beating up his partner. I went down to check but this woman's elderly neighbour had already gone round to help and she had beaten him up for interferring!

funny ain't it, once was a policeman's worst threat, wifey coming out of nowhere, objecting to her man being taken away with claw and tooth. Some cases the woman outweighed the man by two or three times.

Not making light of this~
f your life is in danger, take the kids, get out. And abuse comes in many forms, this is not a Woman issue per se.

 

[bogusbrig]

funny ain't it, once was a policeman's worst threat, wifey coming out of nowhere, objecting to her man being taken away with claw and tooth. Some cases the woman outweighed the man by two or three times.

Not making light of this~
f your life is in danger, take the kids, get out. And abuse comes in many forms, this is not a Woman issue per se.

Soical workers find female on male violence hard to accept because they have an ideological training rather than an education but it is a commonly accepted phenomenon by the police and ER medical staff who have to deal with the aftermath. Most men apparently don't defend themselves against a violent woman because of the socialisation that it is not acceptable to hit a woman. Its the opposite side of the same coin......domestic violence.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I know I have much better ones then these. I just cannot find them.
I would love to help. Just did not know what part of the presentation you are doing?
All, inspire, what happens when? etc: ~

thinkin ya'll are gonna throw me outta here after I post this,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He said, how can you write about love,
when you have no idea what it really is...

I look into the mirror of time.
Reflections of cracked, broken love.
Shine back, dead embers blackened
with time, nothing remains, cept' time.

Time to get back, to the world of the living.
The world where my dreams can, have
come true. Pick up your carpet bag of love.
Dip it into the traffic
Of what could be...

I really want him happy. He does not see ...
All he sees is death, destruction.
Crazy pictures fill his head, of what used to be.
A time when he was the only happy man,
only happy man on earth,
Only HE was happy...

Happiness I say, comes from within.
I wanna be happy too. I can be happy,
Just please leave me be.

Go on with your life. Reach out, find a gurl.
She can be the happiness you desire, want
need, in your heart of hearts.

I can write about love, happiness, desire.
I have hope, dreams, of what I want.
Me....
You know, the girl you used to know.
You met her, wed her, and only remembered,
You...

I stand here, tell you...
Life is not all about you.
I am me.
I am happy.

Me without you...
Happy~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


holding wishes, dreams alike
pampering those to whom I cherish
carrying around heartfelt passion
giving unto the one, I love.

wishes come on pillows rest.
transforming the minds want, to need.
embers of life, taking the crossroads
appearing only, when its shown the light.

dreams spinning, afloat in the air.
touching all, with a magical glow.
giving to each, special treasures.
fingertips touch, bubbles of delight.

wishes, dreams are worth the wait.
hold out your hand, time will come.
giving you strength to accomplish
every one. you shall have glorious
accomplishment, in the end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kicks in the gutt,
stomps to the floor.
" Say nothing " he screams,
once more. " Shut your hole.
Never, NEVER ... tell !! "

Running all your life,
seems but a dream now.
Once love catered to us,
now she runs ... runs.

Never far enough,
darkness
always in the dark.
No sleep
for the weary.

Shadows dancing
on the walls. Night
Shivers
creeping
through the room.

A couch
... cover
Never enough, to warm
this heart of Fear.

Police, no they help not.
Think they want to,
just some unknown hand
Stops ... holds back the Help.

Locks, yes count them.
all three on Each door.
You know, they will
NOT keep him at bay,
If
he so Wishes ...

Dark outside again.
Counting the stars
wishing, on the moon.
Praying like hell ...
No ...
Not this night,
Not Again ...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


spent
by the making.
the forthcoming.
and the closure.

spent years upon years,
doing his biasest bidding.
his running ramped.
his egotistical
everything.

spent by
time.
temporal tempers
flaring.
manic emotions,
mimicking memories
of what
should
have been.

spent
spent
spent

spun out,
in,
over
and done
spent ...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

peace from within, so hard to find
life tipsy turns, on a dime.
dig ... real deep, feel the emotion
grab what's left ... shine your light

ticking tock, of time's timeless clock
springing forth, only to fall back
seconds become moments,
wasted, and tarnished
as time captures, all we hold dear

no time left, for the meek, and silent
someone must ... take a stand
leaning to fight, single seconds by day
at night, lay ... ceaselessly crying

alone ... shattered, as time marches on
outside my door, like many times before
knowing I must ... reach inside,
for my courage, I must find
to fight the fight, of wasted time
time will rob me, no more.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

is it about me, yes
yes
yes
yes
it is always about me
me
me
me
Love should not torment or bring such pain.
It is not a one way street. I will have you know,
all involved are torn and broke. Showing nothing
but heartache, and a smoking gun. Showing us
the villain, to whom we all this Pain to. Never
give up, I was always told.
Follow
your dreams
dreams
dreams
dreams
Dreams, seem to be for the fortunate and few.
Those who never knew a villain, such as he.
Yes, I would love to end this all. Make him fall,
take him out ... but I cannot, why?
why
why
why
why
I am not built this way. I wanna do
what so few have yet to do. So many
have a wonderful life, the one they love
by their side. Yet, there are us
in the back of the room who have nothing,
but a shamble of doom and gloom.
gloom
gloom
Gloom,
is all I ever see anymore. Why can it not be,
the shoe on the other foot?
Give me back
my damn shoes you thief of everything
I hold dear!
Scum is what you are. Never
never
never
cross my path again. Yes,
I said NEVER !!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What happens, when there is no feeling.
Everything is null and void.
A void that never can be reopened.
For if it was, disaster to all.

Dark images, close around my heart.
Sucking all the life outta my soul.
Eating at my heart.
An unforgiving, relentless
merciless hunger.

Taking all in its path,
to the land of the damned.
All who enter, never see light again.
Listless ... Pathetic
Soulless ... Nothing

Once I saw the light.
It shined throughout my life.
Loving days, filled with laughter.
Nights filled, with the moons
ever present, magical glow.

Angels were envious of my life.
They blew their love, on my wings.
Fairies would kiss the ground,
which I walked upon. I was
so loved, knew it. Felt so
lucky to be me.

Then the bad things, started
happening. Days turned to night.
Yet, Ii knew the sun was shining.
I could almost feel, its warmth.
Just knew, it was there.

Nights turned, to living hell.
Many things can go wrong,
with a blinking of the eye.
One never knows how bad,
bad is. Till it slams, into
your most perfect world.

Grabbing all you know,
to be innocent and good.
Turning it to ash, its claws.
Wrapping around that
perfectness. Strangling
all the life, love
... happiness.

You see it happening.
Cannot believe, it to be so.
One day you wake up,
in a living nightmare.

A place so bad,
dark, empty of life.
You gasp
... throw up.

Just stand dazed. Taking in,
the total destruction. Of the thing
you once called, your life.

What do you do at this time?
Where do you go from here?
What is life? What happens,
when you have nothing left?

I stand here, in the land
of the damned. Waiting
for a glimmer, something.

Some lil speck,
of nothingness.
Nothingness to some,
is everything
to another.

So I wait. To recapture ...
Recapture, my everything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


I feel you out there. Creeping around.
Dark moonless night. Dew upon, the
dampened ground. Soft footsteps,
tiptoeing ... up the walk.

Foggy windows condensed,
from water drops. Cryptic
coolness, permeates from inside,
the murky depths, of my home.

Quick repetitive raps on the door.
Fast ... Furious.
Ratt Tatt Tatt!
Heart stopping, silence.
Running fugitive
flying away, with the wind.

Did you hear that?
No! Do not move!
Stay still ... Motionless

Heart stops, blood freezes.
Incapable of movement,
Shock ... What now?

Tall trollsome trees
calling. No answer
forthcoming. Breath catches,
frostily freezes ... mid air.

Dogs start furiously barking,
as if whip snapped. Noise
erupts from all sides. Volcanic
interruption into a soundless night.

Goosebumps spread along golden
tanned skin. Hair seems to stand
on end. Evil presence ... felt
from within ...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


again, the knocking ... beating
the door. awake like lightening,
the FEAR is restored.

rounding loops, around
this prison. pacing,
murmuring ... MORBID,
mentions.

hackles rise, MOUNTING
high. stomach knots,
scalding sighs.

curtain swish, secretly
sneak ... cautious peek.
PLEASE leave me be,
no longer seek.

breathing close, rapid,
shallow. door ... CREEKS,
heart cringes ... seeing
gruesome gallows.




I really do hope you can use some, or just one ... of these.
Peace be with you, if you can help just one person male/female/child/adult, then you my friend ... have made a big difference in someones life.
You have a big heart for doing this, and we are honored to be your friend ~

Edited to ADD
If you cannot, or do not wish to use any of these,
no worries. Just wanted to share if needed ~

 

[annaswirls]

funny ain't it, once was a policeman's worst threat, wifey coming out of nowhere, objecting to her man being taken away with claw and tooth. Some cases the woman outweighed the man by two or three times.

Not making light of this~
f your life is in danger, take the kids, get out. And abuse comes in many forms, this is not a Woman issue per se.

When I was teaching 8th graders, one day both principals (both well over 6 ft tall) came swaggering down the hall, I could see them, very serious looks on their faces, I knew... I knew they were coming for one of my kids, who must have done something very naughty-- they Never came for them, let alone together! and my face flushed-- I felt the adrenalin pulsing and I SWEAR I had to use every ounce of my willpower not to pounce on these two men coming to take one of MINE.

you are right, that instinct to protect what is yours is so strong that even when what is yours has done something very bad.

I know, not the same thing, just reminded me.

 

[annaswirls]

I have several poems about domestic violence...first husband put me in the hospital at least a dozen times...but I don't know if you would want to read them for an Awareness Event. They are all rather dark.

I am sorry to hear about your past-- I can imagine that the poetry would be dark! I think you are right, though. I will encourage the writing though.

Do you still write it out? Do you think the writing helps?

AS

 

[annaswirls]

Thank you so much for sharing these. Very powerful words!

I sent you a pm.

AS

I know I have much better ones then these. I just cannot find them.
I would love to help. Justis, and we are honored to be your friend ~

Edited to ADD
If you cannot, or do not wish to use any of these,
no worries. Just wanted to share if needed ~

 

[annaswirls]

damn this is quite a poem!

this one line struck me so hard, it is one of those things that will stay in my mind forever:

His clenched fist fits, snug under her chin
As though nature intended it, as bony hammer

Thanks for sharing this, Bogusbrig!

AS

This isn't very inspiring but it was written when I lived in a flat in London and I heard some violence in the flat beneath mine. It turned out to be a man beating up his partner. I went down to check but this woman's elderly neighbour had already gone round to help and she had beaten him up for interferring!



THE PUNCH

The days drag and stretch like elastic
Pulling the brain out of shape
Something snaps and it’s usually him
As the doors begin to slam again
Perplexity rolling into a surge
As hate spills over mundane's weir
Crashing on her loveless bulk

Unholstered and cool as an iron
Coiled and highly sprung
Full of latent energy
His clenched fist fits, snug under her chin
As though nature intended it, as bony hammer
The shaft of a mace, bends back and swings
Projecting its horny head

Its knobbled edge can strike and puncture daylight
Knocking the world off its axis
And lay her flat in one
Stained with the spit of venom
She'll tilt her head
To hide his corrupt affection
Shamed by the capacity of love
To fuck things up!

 

[Rybka]

Anna, Have you Googled "Domestic Violence"+poetry ?
Here is the first site I came up with:

Domestic Violence site​

 

[cymry]

I am sorry to hear about your past-- I can imagine that the poetry would be dark! I think you are right, though. I will encourage the writing though.

Do you still write it out? Do you think the writing helps?

AS

Don't be sorry.

Dark doesn't even begin to describe it.

Yes, still writing it out though not nearly as often. Sometimes an image or sound or smell will remind me and it floats to the surface again.
Besides being a mother to my children writing was the only thing that kept me sane. No counsilor, psychiatrist, or psychologist could ever help me let it go like writing does.

 

[RhymeFairy]

a conversation ...

..

It scares me ya know.

What?

I don't think I will ever be able to let someone have that kinda
"control" over me again. How do you know where the line is?
And when its crossed how do ya get back to the other side
without someone going Bobbit on your booty?

You don't have to EVER let anyone have control over you.
But that doesn't mean that you won't be able to trust someone
deeply. Someday you'll meet someone normal that you can love
and trust.

I trust you. You know that. You are truly my best friend.
You have never ask anything off me that I would not freely give
and I know you would never. But friends and lovers. Big, big difference.
Lovers, husbands ... bigger difference, lmao.

Not really.

You know when one loves someone they give their whole selves
when that bond is misused ... it can never heal. At least
I don't think mine will.

I really, really hope it will.

When someone is broke, how do you really piece them back
together? Time I guess. That's why I ran so fast from Walter
and I see myself doing the same again. Too fast too soon.
No bonds. I try but just somehow does not "fit" ya know.
I just can't find it in me to let go and really try ... fear.

That's what it is. I know that is what it is ... How do I fix that?


It will just take time and the right person coming along
at the right time.




..
~~~~~~~


All is well.
Just wanted to get this out there for anyone who might need it.

 

[The_Fool]

I meant to, but I never wrote the third one for spouse abuse. If you want one on child abuse, feel free to use the following.


Inhumanity - Our Future
by The_Fool ©


She holds up the paper for view
An outline filled within an inch
With lines and curves and circles
Black marks contrasting with the white.
The outline of a paper doll,
Life-size to the girl upon the table.
Each mark is matched upon the girl,
By scars and burns and bruises.
Red marks contrasting with the white.
Lifeless eyes look out upon a world
Knowing little except hunger and pain
Another whipping child
For a parent lost and powerless.
The girl watches listless and uncaring,
Waiting for the next blow to fall
As the nurse rolls up her tracing paper.
Another broken toy.

 

[clutching_calliope]

I don't know how you might feel about reading a sonnet....this one is a year old, written for more than one girlfriend that stayed with the abuser because it was better than being alone.

Hit

hit high long and wide vistas desert dust.
prison in a sand dune. parched ginger skin.
you’re as fast as Superman. escape must
come tonight, my love. how you got so thin.

tattooed back and wilted thighs. pain in lines
between your eyes. i could never know how
you survive in a cage. did you see signs
warning neon down alleys? you drank, vowed

again. your tongue never met your temper
yet tasted blood. you hit. swept away by
dust storm that began on the bed. (hemp, her
ragged clothes, straw her hair). i could not lie,

say these black eyes were gazing at moonlight.
it is my fault you pay your tab this night.

 

[4degrees]

make yourself accessible
to me, it will be more
tolerable then
and if you see in the
right color, the correct
frame, you could love
it as much as i do
surrender to my
sovereign;
i'll let you
keep a souvenir
i'm already taking
mine..and it's
not a photo baby
i'm engulfed in
some utopian warmth
that you provide
so beautifully
you don't understand,
but i NEED this...
an urgent matter
only amplified
by your reluctance

 

[colddiesel]

Hope & Humour

Do they really want poetry about their problem or would something giving hope be useful? If you want a little humour it's hard to go past the hoary old chestnut "The female of the species"