Saturday, April 4, 2009

A Killer's Mind

(Wednesday, March 11, 2009; Tuesday, March 17, 2009; Monday, March 23, 2009; Sunday, March 29, 2009; Friday, April 3, 2009. After the recent series of rampage killings, I began to wonder what the killers might be thinking and this is my version of those thoughts. This poem is not written to glorify these killers for I have nothing but contempt for them. These are arrogant people with no regard for life, who for reasons known only to them, decide killing innocent people is the way to settle their perceived grievances. My prayers are with the victims and survivors.)

Rage simmering,
ready to boil over.
How dare you
treat me like this?
See me, I am hurting.
I have feelings!

I'll show you!
Get a gun,
kill those who done me wrong.
Bullets, I need bullets,
lots of them.
Load the gun,
find them.
Pull the trigger,
scream, die, bleed.
Hurt like me.

Damn you all!
You'll never take me.
Put the gun to my temple.
Show them,

Friends and Neighbors:
He was such a nice person.
I could never imagine him doing a thing like this.
He must have snapped.
I never saw him get angry, always had a kind word for everyone.
He use to yell at his wife and kids.
He was strange, never said hello to anyone.
Kept to himself, a loner.

Copyright © 2009 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Old Lady

I've watched the old lady over the years,
where she was once young, stood proud and tall,
she now walks stooped over,
as if the weight of the world is on her shoulders.

The hair is gray, the skin is wrinkled,
the twinkle in her eyes has diminished.
Life has taken its toll on her
and dreams she once had are gone,
replaced by the realities of life.

There are aches and pains that come with age,
yet she never gives up.
Each day is a struggle now,
but she gives thanks to God
for another day on His earth.

Her mind and memory haven't suffered,
still as sharp and clear as ever.
It is difficult for her to accept physical limitations,
because she finally has to acknowledge,
she can no longer do the things she once did.

She is a survivor and I know her well.
You see, I only have to look in the
mirror to know, the old lady is me.

Copyright © 2009 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

Monday, December 29, 2008

Royal Rose (Rhyming Alliterisen)

Written by Sylvia

Sweet scents tickle your nose.
Odorous perfume, regal rose.
Soft silky satin petals,
sharp thorns like nasty nettles.
Countless colors paint their blooms,
their brilliant beauty consumes.
God's great gift to please our eyes.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Friday, December 26, 2008

Dancing Snowflakes (Rondeau)

Written by Sylvia

Snowflakes are dancing as they come spiraling down,
like tiny ballerinas all dressed in white gowns.
Fluffy delicate flakes, cascading from the skies,
creating visions so beautiful to the eyes.
--------Glistening flakes, rhinestone tiaras worn as crowns.

Snow, creating coverlet of white for the ground,
the wind is blowing, swirling downy flakes around.
Clinging to branches of trees, a wondrous disguise.
--------Snowflakes are dancing!

Blanketing the landscape, snow angels do abound,
angelic figures, all sizes and shapes surround.
Awakening to snowfall at morning sunrise,
blissful sights and sounds, quite a wonderful surprise.
Lasting memories to fill a lifetime are found,
--------Snowflakes are dancing!

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Sunday, December 14, 2008

A Blood Stained World

Written by Sylvia

Evil lives in this world today in the guise of religious belief,
that if you do not agree with our way we will cause you grief.

Blood stains on the streets of the cities of the world,
an enourmous hatred has been unfurled.

Hear our words, the killing must cease,
for in our strength there will be peace.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Friday, December 5, 2008

Enduring Love (Triolet)

In response to Shelley's, "Music, When Soft Voices Die".

Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
in memories and thoughts, love will endure,
forever, until the end of my words.
Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
Roses die, the scent of sweet flowers blurred.
When you have departed, of this I'm sure,
Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
In memories and thoughts, love will endure.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Faceless Love

Written by Sylvia

I have never seen your face nor heard your voice
I can only imagine them in my dreams
And that is not my choice
But it must be that way it seems

Hope will forever live in my heart
That someday we will be together
Never again to be apart
For I will never love another

Life dictates that you remain
My silent and faceless love for now
And this brings me such pain
But I will make the best of it somehow

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved

Monday, November 24, 2008

Madness of Addiction

written by Sylvia (Double Acrostic Form)

Must you be so cunning and full of gloom?
Always lurking, with your own agenda.

Down into a hell, I will descend.
Nothing can stop the pain,
Every nerve hurting and on fire.
Slayer of souls, leaving nothing but debris.
Surrender just a second away, my extreme loss.

Outward signs of you, as you practice voodoo.
Fearful that you will take away my God, my belief.

Addict is my name, if only I had amnesia!

Doubt fills me as I try to comprehend.
Demons unleashed!
Ignorance, my soul filled with graffiti,
Captured by your aphrodisiac.

Take your goods and relent.
Impulse uncontrolled as you apply your stimuli.
Only another addict can understand, you psycho!
Never will I be free from you I portend

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Sunday, November 23, 2008

My Child

written by Sylvia

You are old before your time, my child.
Kind, full of compassion and concern.
You don't know how many times I smiled
as you continued to grow and learn.

There is passion in your eyes and heart
as you have tackled everyday life.
That passion is what sets you apart;
if only I could remove the strife.

Our time together in this world
will end and I will leave you alone.
Let your enormous grief be unfurled,
then celebrate the life we had known.

Remember all the good times we had,
the wonderful memories we shared.
My child, when I am gone, don't be sad,
you must know just how much that I cared.

Angel's I have sent will be with you,
to watch over you and be your guide.
Don't be so sad, they will see you through
and fill my heart with enormous pride.

When you feel down and the need to talk,
remember, I am just words away.
Lift your voice to heaven as you walk,
and I will hear your words as you pray.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

Monday, November 17, 2008

My Heart is Breaking (Kyrielle)

Written by Sylvia

Distance that we cannot traverse.

So near yet so far, makes it worse.
For this, there is no mistaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.

Words unspoken that declare love.
Rejection, which I speak thereof,
a friendship will be left aching.
A new love, my heart is breaking.

Love unrequited, a disgrace.
Another time, another place,
my words to him, no retaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Alone and Empty

Written by Sylvia

So alone and filled with emptiness,
no one here to comfort me today,
hold me in their arms, give me a hug,
whisper in my ear, things are going to be okay.

Weary of starting my life over.
Dusting myself off, moving on, no control.
Smiling, pain and doubt still there,
making their home in my heart and soul.

Beaten so far down this time, I'm defeated,
struggling to find my way through debris.
As I take a step forward,
pain and doubt come back to visit me.

Weary of taking care of myself,
hear my plea; take care of me for now.
Tired of making decisions alone,
come be with me as much as time will allow.

Others do not understand, my friend.
They think I should move on and forget.
Pretend that nothing happened to me,
and that I am not filled with regret.

No appreciation for the grief I feel,
not grief over him or our marriage, all in a blur,
grief because part of my soul has died,
and grief because I let it occur.

No one to listen to my feelings,
or hear the words spoken from my heart.
Embarrassment is their reaction,
they turn away from me with a start.

Why can't they realize that at this time in my life,
no response or advice is needed.
My longing, please someone hear my voice,
know my world at the moment, alone and empty, unheeded.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

God's Work

Biblical Quotes:
Cast your cares upon the Lord, for he cares about you. I Peter 5:7

Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God. Job 37:14

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5,6

God works in mysterious ways,
His glorious work never done.
He is with us each step we blaze,
as we walk the pathway of life, my son.

His voice is loud and clear,
as His words speak to each of us.

If we only listen and hear,
His words without a fuss.

He accepts us just as we are,
loves us, as the children of God.
Never judging, always forgiving from afar,
guiding us through our facade.

He hears our voice as we pray
simple words, asking Him to forgive us.
Guide us, take away our fears today,
help us to become a success.

When dreadful things happen in our life,
they test of our faith in Him.
Without faith in God there is strife
and the light that is Him will surely dim.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Memories (Palindrome/Mirrored Poetry)

written by Sylvia

Treasured memories
recollected affectionately.
Sad, happy, joyous events.
Reflections of spirit,
endlessly imprinting soul.
Reproduced foregone impressions,
spontaneous reminiscence,
commemorative remembrance.
- Memories -
Remembrance commemorative,
spontaneous reminiscence,
impressions forgone reproduced.
Soul imprinting endlessly,
Spirit of reflections.
Events joyous, happy, sad,
affectionately recollected,
Treasured memories.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Written by Sylvia

Tears you will never see, spilling from my eyes.
Crying in silence, sobs that you will never hear.
A tear for each of the lies spoken to me in disguise.
One by one, the tears roll down my cheeks.

Lies that have caused unbearable pain, that you will never feel,
pain that has shattered the depths of my soul.
Broken into a million pieces, a heart that will never heal.
There is no sound, only silence as I shed these tears

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved

Monday, October 20, 2008

Perfect World

Written by Sylvia

In a perfect world, there would be no war,
only peace and understanding.
But the world is not perfect, there is war.
In a perfect world, there would be no enemies
only friends and family.
But the world is not perfect, there are enemies.

In a perfect world, there would be no sadness
only hope and joy.
But the world is not perfect, there is sadness.
In a perfect world, there would be no discrimination,
only tolerance and acceptance of your fellowman.
But the world is not perfect, there is discrimination.

In a perfect world, there would be no cruelty,
only kindness and concern for others.
But the world is not perfect, there is cruelty.
In a perfect world, there would be no needless death and dying,
only life lived to the fullest until our time to die.
But the world is not perfect, there is needless death and dying.

In a perfect world, we would strive to change these things.
But the world is not perfect, we are complacent with the status quo.
In a perfect world, we would embrace our fellowman.
But the world is not perfect, we prefer to turn away.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved