A Rosebud, Serpent, Corruption of Youth, and Avenge me, Furies by Teresita Blanco

A Rosebud

by Teresita Blanco

As I gaze

at the fair flower

you have become,

I think back…

To the time

when you were

a bund.

Our past childhood…

The one that was left undone

by cruel separation.

How cruel is fate!

Monstrous demise!

 As I gaze

at the rose

that was a bund,

I see my heart become

hard.

Cruel monstrous fate!

Are you satisfied,

why?

The things we chose

to give up

reflect in the fragrance

…that lingers still in our hearts…

The love we share

my friend,

we shared

no more…

Fair rose…

I wish thee no fall;

no winter’s snow at all.

Live on,

with spring heat.

I hope

your heart

never withers…

under cruel  envious eyes.

Serpent 

by Teresita Blanco

We ride the serpent’s back.

Unaware of its fumes

we die…

Fear’s infant

Brings death, death

Who was the true

Perpetrator?

A scapegoat,

A scapegoat.

These twin fumes

Guides our vengeance;

why must we kill

those who meant us no ill?

For all our faults

We run amok

the media’s instigation

guides our thoughts, our nation.

Never daring to wake

Never caring to wake

Corruption of Youth 
by Teresita Blanco

Spring has yet to come.

With the coming gale

our heart begins to fail

under Winter’s tune.

The spring blossoms

Lie petrified…

Quietly the maggots,

 whose putrid visage,

make the blossoms age.

Please! forgive spring

Autumn’s sins.

This dreaded pollution

brings forth confusion.

Despite our futile efforts

winter remains at large;

Wielding my final wind

I bring an end

To this hymn

Avenge me, Furies 

by Teresita Blanco

I summon thee, furies!

Pack up your bug spray,

for there is a fat fly 

that needs to be tamed.

Condemn him for killing

Those that are fleeing

Away from his throne

Away from his drones.

I summon thee, furies!

bring up your rifles,

for there is a gluttonous evil

that needs to be spade.

Torment him for feeding

on his greased up civics;

just to up bring

his own golden links.

I summon thee, furies!

Condemn his loftiness

Thysephone, my lady,

I beg thee swiftness…

Torture him for his brutality,

for having defiled their purity,

by feeding them

his own wretched insanity.

I summon the furies!

Come please with haste!

Be not idle as he wastes

what little remains.

Avenge me ,furies!

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!