Dysfunctional Relationships - Hammer, Hurt, Blade,Snow and Green By A PAX
Monday, August 28, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
I cannot tell a story, but I can tell it in poem, I guess I am a lazy writer, but, I needed to write these out in my own fashion. The following poems are based on different woman's lives that I have known through the years.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mrs Hammer and Mrs Hurt Mrs Hammer and her friendWould meet for cups of teaHave a chat togetherAfternoons at three While their children playedThey'd laugh and paint their nailsA perfect time to chill outSharing all details They talked about their clothesThey're families and their kidsIt was all a laughYet so much was hid Mrs Hammer's friendWas sweet Mrs HurtA fragile little thingWho loved wearing skirts Always in her makeupGirly to the coreHouse was clean and tidyBreezed right through her chores Mr Hurt was strangeCame from a drunken homeHe would smack her sillyWhen they were alone Tried to rip her tongue outHer eyes swelled black and blueHer skull was full of lumpsHe'd give a pounding too She would pass on teas some daysShe ached too much to drivePress her wounds on bathroom floorAmazed she was alive When Mrs Hammer learned the truthShe tried to help her friendBut Mrs Hurt loved moneyShe loved to spend and spend Mr Hurt had plentyAlong with attitudeHe'd pound poor Mrs HammerThen used VISA to soothe PaxA8/23/06 The Flattening Of Mrs Hammer Mrs Hammer thought it throughYes everyone has troublesMy life is not as bad as hersHer's is crisis doubled Mr Hammer is a drunkA liar and a fraudBut he does not beat meOr run around with broads He blames me for his every faultHe blames me for the weatherHis boastfulness is so bizarreWhen we are together He ridicules my hairMy clothes, my walk and makeupHe yells at me for readingAnd never wants to wake up He's lost his license three times nowHe never pays the billsHe hardly ever bathesAnd smells like something killed He farts and spits in publicInterrupts at willBut Mrs Hurt is worse offShe's beat till blood is spilled Mrs Hammer won't complainHer life is not THAT badBecause he does not hit herHe only makes her sad PaxA8/23/06 THE JADING OF MRS GREEN Mrs. Green was married youngShe married to leave homeHer family was dysfunctionalRight down to the bone Mrs. Green met Mr. GreenOne night at a discoWearing platform shoesWalking through the snow Mr. Green proposedThree weeks after thatTwenty when they marriedLovely to look at Mrs Green to be Was gentle as a mouseAll thought she would calm him downBe the perfect spouse Mr. Green was happyTo be independentHis Dad was sad to looseHis son....a tax dependent Mr Green found freedomFrom parental authorityNow he was the MANDoing as he pleased Mr. Green began to drinkAnd then got into potStayed out in the barsLeft his dinners hot Mrs. Green was cluelessYoung by more than sphereHad no idea, just what he didDuring their first year Mr. Green drank boozeMr. Green drank paychecksMrs. Green took overHis monetary neglect Mr. Green crashed carsSmashed his pretty faceMrs Green grew jadedHer advise was a waste Mrs Green soon fadedWhile Mr Green grew wildMr Green was crazyWhenever he was riled He had a string of enemiesFrom coworkers to copsBanging on his doorRarely did it stop Mrs. Green got tiredOf bill collector's callsAnd his angry outburstsIn parking lots and malls Screaming at their childrenAt walls, TV, and carsScreaming at his MrsAt home after bars Mrs Green was afraidTo leave him aloneHe set the house on fireWhen she was not home Mrs Green was groomedSlowly through her lifeTo become a doormatA perfect little wife paxA8/23/06 The Sharpening Of Mrs Blade Such an outrage Mrs BladeYes you are to blameWhen Mr Blade was sleepingShe stabbed him without shame She stabbed him in his headShe stabbed him in his neckShe lost control completelyShe was a total wreck The police took her awayTo a mental wardQuiet Mrs BladeSomeone you'd ignore Married twenty yearsBeaten every dayAlong with her five kidsNot allowed to play No laughter was allowedNo playing games or cardsSmacked from room to roomSmacked around the yard The night before a partyFor her older daughterShe waited till he sleptThen began the slaughter He died right then and thereHer kids called the policeTook away their MamaWho only wanted peace After months of lockupIn a mental wardStood before a judgeMind was in discord Amazingly compassionateAmazingly he foundShe was driven to itInnocence was found Sent her home to childrenHe said, start a new lifeMrs Blade left the courtA self made widowed wife Abuse - The Salting Down Of Mrs Snow Such a shame, 'bout Mrs. SnowShe's not the lady that we knowThey say she lost her mind TuesdayWhile organizing gamma rays And then she drank some gasolineSleep walking through a desert dreamShe dug a hole straight through her wallTo see the moon, when crickets called She wears her shoes upon her earsSo she can say....I didn't hearBinds her braids with licoriceGreen jello powder on her lids She quiet, yet she smiles a lot And always looks like she forgotThe joke before the punchline hitWhen dining out, she over tips Such a shame 'bout Mrs SnowA living, breathing, tale of woeShe's never been one to complainAnd no one knows her inner pain Mr. Snow's another birdA know-it-all of every wordTells her how to think and voteDrained her of her dreams and hopes Corrects her every syllableEven though he's full of bullHe's loud and confident for sureHe knows it all......and even more Thinks are getting clearer now Mr Snow wants full control, Mr Snow wants powerIf she says 30 minutes....he says 1/2 hrHe challenges her every word, and her every moveHe's energetic in his quest, for he has much to prove Mr Snow won't let her breatheMr Snow won't let her leaveTwo months after they were wedMrs Snow, moved in her head Mrs Snow's a silhouettePosture stooped and firmly setTo all she seems a simple soulA flake for sure, a ditz, and cold Mr Snow will scream all dayRant 'bout anything she'll saySo Mrs Snow hides in her headWhile spreading toothpaste on her bread Mrs Snow lost confidence, Mrs snow lost prideDidn't care a fig or hoot, let the MOUTH decideHe cursed her out, he cursed the air, always in a rageMrs Snow lost her key, dying in his cage Mrs Snow forgot her nameBut loved the B L A N K her brain containedInside of me....he cannot seeAnd there she wrote........her poetry PaxA8/13/06
God I love this talent!! Wish I had read you before now. Sounds like you knew Mr. Snow very well. This is a pathetic world for some poor souls, isn't it? Or for all? Depending on who is doing the critique? Love your work! Will read more if my short term memory loss problem will allow me. A friend in spirit- Jerry Andrews
You sure caught the nature of dysfunctional relationships accurately with your words. I enjoyed the "black humor" or sarcasm that you used effectively to make certain points like, the Visa card soothing wounds for someone willing to exhange their body as a punching bag for money. Nice work.