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~ The Nightmare ~

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You told me you LOVE ME
Oh so long the time had passed
As you tried to undo buttons
That held my blouse closed fast

Said you always will
'Til the day you pass away
These 25 years will be
The nightmare that will stay

Seems I am “YOUR NEW WIFE”
When on the bus you said
“Traded in my old one friends”
(Now wife not daughter instead?)

Your tongue down my throat
A few painful days hence
Told again that you LOVE ME
But therein lies the fence

You are my Fucking Father

And by the way Mummy
It hurt when you did not see
That it made no fucking difference
'Cos he did not penetrate me

Where were you when I needed you
A vapour, a spirit, a ghost
Choosing not to care, never there…
You were the one I needed most

As for you my brother
I cannot but help my disgust
You were meant to be protector
Not another man full of lust

I do not like banjos
Let alone the duelling ones
I am so glad my children
Were someone else’s sons

Examples of a loving family
I give you within written print
My nightmare I have lived through
Do you get my unsubtle hint

Not sorry that I flattened them both
Have ignored feelings since that time
And from my mouth I never can
Remove that taste of slime.


Author notes

Prompt: Worst Memory

Nup... just spilling the can of worms that have been eating at me for years!
Reference to Dueling Banjoes is from movie Deliverence where an Inbred dude
plays a mean Banjo but is obviously intellectually disabled because of inbreeding of family.

More in depth explanation to some references in this is in a comment further down.

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  • dutch2lips gold member
    April 17

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    GF, makes my eyes tear, finally spilling the venom uit that has been festering .... omg such an awesome write!!
    love you GF

    • All is forgiven now tho not forgotten entirely...you have read this one before darlin...in fact you gave me a Gold Trophy for it in one of your contests a couple of years ago
      Glad it still has the impact
      MWAH


      • dutch2lips gold member
        April 17
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        of course it still has the impact, it wouldnt be a good write if it didnt
        grinning, muahzz GF


  • Away From the Sun
    December 1, 2008

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    A hard-hitting, gut-wrenching write, my friend! Ugh, been there too. Does this crap never end - and why is it so prevalent? Why, because of Mummy, of course - and brothers and uncles and grandfathers. Adults who will not admit, will not tell, will not help. And believing we are at fault, as children - they love us, why would they hurt us? We should lobby for castration of child molesters, grrrrrrrrr....(sorry, it's a terrible subject, people!)

    My favorite lines was also one another person said:
    "I am so glad my children
    Were someone else’s sons".

    Bullseye, well said!!!

    Excellent, excellent job!

    Debbie


  • Walking Oxymoron gold member
    September 29, 2008

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    I think that made me feel.

    Angry more than anything. That you had no protection, noone to stand by you, and I assume no one to believe you.

    Faveourite stanza? The one about your children being someone else's sons. That hit..

    I'm pleased you spoke- pain that big is too big to be kept inside...'

    • Recluse Writer gold member
      September 30, 2008
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      Thank you sooo much
      I am truly honoured to be among the finalists
      of 'feelings'. Well conceived contest
      Linda


    • Recluse Writer gold member
      September 30, 2008
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      Thank you for feeling my feelings
      Well wishes with your contest.
      Linda


  • A-Daisy-Among-Roses
    June 22, 2008

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    wow

    I can still feel your anger and emotion riveting through my body. You leave such a powerful feeling in me with your words. It captured my attention and made me read it again.

  • Jim
    February 21, 2008

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    Wow. Such darkness and pain, all in a true story.

    It is hard for me to critique something so personal, but I will say I honestly consider it a great poem.

    "When on the bus you said
    'Traded in my old one friends'" - These lines confused me. Perhaps a typo?

    "Where were you when I needed you
    A vapour a spirit a ghost
    Choosing not to care, never there…
    You were the one I needed most" - I am very interested to know, is this directed at your mother, or perhaps an allusion to God?

    "I do not like banjos
    Let alone the duelling ones
    I am so glad my children
    Were someone else’s sons" - This stanza really confuses me.

    My only suggestion to you is to change "A vapour a spirit a ghost" to "A vapour, a spirit, a ghost,", or even perhaps "A vapour? A spirit? A ghost?". I feel it would improve the flow of that line.

    Excellent, excellent poem.

    • Recluse Writer gold member
      February 21, 2008
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      Thank You for the compliment I hope I can explain the complexity of my mind.
      In answer:

      Quote from my father as we boarded a bus to his local club with all friends seated around.
      That is how he introduced me to them "This is my new wife... I traded the old one in" Definitely not a typo!

      My mother, as she was there but to me may as well have been a vapour, spirit, ghost. (My reason for the ellipsis after never there) Her presence held nothing tangible and was unapproachable for help, guidance or protection from beatings or mental anguish at the hands of my father or brother. Her response to what they were doing to me when finally told was just as I penned. Perhapse an underlying allusion to God as well for I also struggled with that thought for years.

      Duelling Banjos from 1972 movie 'Deliverance'. Sticks in my mind and so the reference to it. Here is a link...well worth a look if you are not familiar with it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esl2NNOtHQE
      A retarded INBRED from the backwoods where there were many of them, is following the lead of older man note for note on a banjo, learning to do exact same thing, then turning head as if nothing happened.

      I have taken your advice with the flow of that line. Much appreciated.

      Linda


  • gasolinequeen
    July 16, 2007

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    I love this poem. Something about it seems really honest and self-aware. A lot of people have experiences like this and blame themselves somehow, but you really see through the situation. I think you did an excellent job. Thank you for entering, and best of talent in the contest!


    • Recluse Writer gold member
      July 16, 2007
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      Thanks..it is honest and I still taste it. Thank you for a wonderful comment


  • YoursTrulyJulie gold member
    March 5, 2007

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    WOW !

    I don't have the words to say to comment on this Cuz and I hope you understand. What I will say however is that I hope in some way you felt some sort of release after posting it xxxxxxxx

    • Recluse Writer gold member
      March 5, 2007

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      thanks Cuz...it is a wonder I found the words at all but HAD to sometime. Slight relief but still does not erase the feelings and memories.


  • GunRunner
    December 31, 2006

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    Ouch

    I wish I could say I loved this piece. It was very well written, and I know what you must have endured reliving this shit to write about it. But it's so well expressed, reading it is agony. Brings up things I don't like to think about, takes me back to places I don't liek to go. Not many people can do that, and for that I commend you. Very well done, indeed


  • Lj-
    December 28, 2006

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    Terrifc write.
    Congratulations on the gold!

  • dutch2lips gold member
    December 28, 2006
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    goosebumps reading this, the underlying hurt and anger pierce my heart. great write and thank you for entering my contest. good luck in it!


  • Unca Goat gold member
    December 25, 2006

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    There are times when we all face what the past has done to us and we have the choice of hiding from it or facing it dead square in the eye and refusing to be controlled by it. I see the pain within this and i also see the turmoil you faced in writing this. But I also see how you are facing the past and are taking control of it now. Nothing can take away what was, but by spilling it out, you are taking control of it now. Keep it up hon, as we will all be better for it.

    The Mister

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    December 23, 2006

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    Linda,dearest friend,this must have been so cathartic for you to spill ink and pour it into torrents that wash the past away with the brevity of angst felt within today.I cannot comment on style or make suggestions with a piece that is so personal that it is painful for you and the reader,but wish to send you a friendship hug,a smile and say hold your head high and may no one ever hurt your soul to this depth again,many blessings,love and light,Yvette

    • Recluse Writer gold member
      December 23, 2006
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      Thanks Yvette There is no style, no reason nor rhyme...it was just a matter of time. Appreciate your kind words my friend
      Linda


  • LAPoe gold member
    December 23, 2006

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    Linda, I think you are one of the most amazing
    people here on AP, and don't ever forget that!!!
    I know you are swimming in so much misery right
    now, but we're all here for you, don't forget that
    either. I truly hope that getting it out in print
    will help heal some of those deep wounds.
    I wish I wasn't half a world away, I'd give you a
    real hug for this poem, but that can't happen so
    this will have to do, 's by the millions...
    laurie.

    • Recluse Writer gold member
      December 23, 2006
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      Thanks Doc...I just wish that was all I have to write about but I dare say more will come in time. s much appreciated. MWAH


  • WarrioroftheHeart gold member
    December 23, 2006

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    I'm sorry that I can never talk these memories from you . I'm happy that you flattened them. And I'm a bit nervous calling myself your Bruvva right now
    Really descriptive and I hope it helped to wash the shite out a bit.
    They can't hurt you anymore Sista, people who truly love you will watch over you and help you if they do.
    If anyone does let me know, you are a part of my family now and I'm more than happy to show them what a family of short tempered Irish Catholic Uncles, cousins and brothers will do to anyone who tries it.
    Good luck in the contest and all my love
    Your Bruvva

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