A Dagger Called Betrayal
Without warning you stabbed me,
with a dagger called betrayal.
You displayed no signs of emotion
then vanished into the rain and hail.
I was abandoned on an island of sorrow,
lost in a confusion of memories,
that swirled like dust in an hurricane,
which kept replaying your perfidy.
I died several times of heartbreak,
became withered like a cast off leaf.
The memories I couldn't escape from,
and time didn't bring relief.
Years later I saw a reflection in a puddle,
it was you as you once were,
but then a voice softly whispered my name,
as if it seemed to care.
Betrayal had done you no favours,
you were burdened by the passage of time.
Your body was bent and decrepit,
and life's map showed every line.
I was angry with myself for wasting my life,
for not moving on to pastures new.
My book of life was filled with hurt and pain,
based on the betrayal of which I knew.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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A Dagger Called Betrayal
Without warning you stabbed me,
with a dagger called betrayal.
You displayed no signs of emotion
then vanished into the rain and hail.
I was abandoned on an island of sorrow,
lost in a confusion of memories,
that swirled like dust in an hurricane,
which kept replaying your perfidy.
I died several times of heartbreak,
became withered like a cast off leaf.
The memories I couldn't escape from,
and time didn't bring relief.
Years later I saw a reflection in a puddle,
it was you as you once were,
but then a voice softly whispered my name,
as if it seemed to care.
Betrayal had done you no favours,
you were burdened by the passage of time.
Your body was bent and decrepit,
and life's map showed every line.
I was angry with myself for wasting my life,
for not moving on to pastures new.
My book of life was filled with hurt and pain,
based on the betrayal of which I knew.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Betrayal
(wang chung / peter wolf)
We met as friends of friends while still at school
I was all you ever really knew
When we met it was like a dream
For all I knew we could not fail
But now I know of your betrayal
Living in the older part of town
I worked all hours I could to bring us round
Your career was alive for you
But deep inside I watched it fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
When I asked if youd leave me
Or bout the boyfriends youd had
You said youd stay with me always
And that youd never be bad
But I would notice a smile
That you would hold within
As if your vanity flirted
With your knowledge of sin
Now youre quiet and cold
Your eyes just stare into space
And if I ask you to talk
You just dissemble your face
And the smile that I hated
Is now a frown of denial
And thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Oh, thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Now I wish that Id set you free
But I was terrified that I would fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
Oh now I know of your betrayal
Now I know of your betrayal
song performed by by Wang Chung
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To My Nephew For Him To Learn
you want something to hold on
i give you my hands
and i will hold you
and you will grip it to prevent
you from falling
and hurting yourself
do not be too confident
for there will come a time
in fact
a moment that you will never forget
in your entire life
for i will loosen my hold on you
put grease on my fingers
and your hands will slide
and you will fall and hurt yourself
that much
that the pain will not just disappear
in a day
you will blame me
and tell me that i betray you
but that will only be for a while
by then
the pain and what you think as the betrayal of a trust
has given you the hardest lesson in your life
you will suffer the way i suffer
you will learn the way i learned life from the harshness of
your grandfather
and that same betrayal too
shall not be forgotten in the entire life
of
yours truly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Betrayal
Betrayal is the name of the game,
It do not necessarily happen to the rich and the fame.
I was made an example,
Like a slave shackle and bundle.
My betrayal was not like the one we see and hear on T.V
No my betrayal was conducted discretely.
Words I thought I would never hear like Remove Me, Don't call me.
My facial expression, my body language and my brains wasn't functioning coherently.
These words derived from an heated argument,
I held my tongue and said little
My facial expression was vociferating
My body language was just a longing for sleep
My brains was not yet conspicuous
Some might not calling my calamity betrayal.
But I do, shocked maybe,
But my I am not feeling empty.
The love is still there
And I very much still do care.
My emotions and words at this current moment,
Are the same, just Silent.
Maybe things may change later,
Maybe......
But if not I'll just have to prepare for this disaster
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Easter Parable
[The 'Easter Weak End' metaphor, as explained by Richard
Jarboe Inspired me to write these few lines]
I have died a thousand deaths
And come back alive
A thousand times too
But, I never equated the betrayal
Leading to death and life again
To the Easter parable, till today
You opened a window and showed me
The warmth that remains
And revives me again
Each time to love and life
Is by the purging of self
Through the pyre of pain!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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Sadder Still
sadder still, sadder still, sadder still
you watch it die
betrayal of the heart
is the hardest part of letting go
now you see the truth of me
so what's the point? it's so cold
time will take your soul
time will take your dream
time will take your life away
away
fading lights
shattered dreams
of lost love
i remember the past
betrayal of the heart
is the hardest thing to let go
so now i don't dream
no, i don't feel
anything at all, anymore
time will take your soul
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Softly I Called You
Softly I called you
many times.
Wanted to tell,
my cute rhymes.
You turned your face.
For many days I waited
for you--
until the grass
filled with dew.
You showed disgrace!
Sorrow burdened
stayed back I.
Couldn't tell
my eyes were wet why.
life was then in mess.
When you thought,
you came.
Everyday just to
put on me blame,
try to see my friend's trace.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Easter Sermon
Each Easter three words come to mind, Betrayal, Crucifixion and Resurrection. We wonder how these can be relevant within our daily lives.
Betrayal.
Betrayal normally comes from people we hold close, friends and even our family.
Crucifixion.
Crucifixion comes from the words they bandy about to others making us look as if we are nasty and cheap. We then get the sly glances and whispering remarks behind our back from others whose words are based on what the betrayer has said.
Resurrection.
Resurrection comes when we rise above the sly remarks and innuendoes that are said. Rise above them and start a new and better life.
Yes, those three words are relevant within our daily lives. We need only look, around and we will see them everyday in people’s lives and we have probably felt them ourselves in our own lives from time to time.
Amen
12 April 2009
Author’s Note.
For those who may not know I am a pretend Preacher in a Western Town called Deadwood which I helped build. I have a church and as the Preacher I have to give a service on the Sundays whenever we are there. The above is my Easter Sermon I delivered on Sunday 12 April 2009. I always keep my sermons short to ensure no one falls asleep while I am delivering them. Thank you for reading this.
DVH.
poem by David Harris
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Hope against hope
Hope against all hope
That times will change
A word lingers
In time and place
Softly spoken
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That love will grow
From the embers
A single spark
Lights the fire again
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
Time will soften
A hardened heart
A fractured mind
Bring peace to soul
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That this is a dream
I will wake soon
Covered in sweat
Breathing once again
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That tomorrow is different
Today didn't happen
But it did
Can't change today
Memories bring tears
I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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A precise art?
That place we were.
How right it seemed then.
The look, the feel of each other.
A precise art?
Flawed by time.
So now sadly out of
Rhyme and communication.
Memories captured
Somewhere in time.
A hidden pain, an unrecognised crime
Of betrayal.
Who's to blame?
This precise art of lovin'
Is never known.
Two minds in synchronicity,
Or in different worlds of relativity?
The ongoing reality of life.
What was that?
Oh just a scientist's thesis on relationships.
A precise art or another fools'
Falling love dart.
poem by Peter Vealey
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You too Brutus
A trusted friend’s betrayal
Is harsher than the wound
Caused by my enemy’s stab.
.no one escapes betrayal.
27.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Shoebox
At the back of the wardrobe
lies, a shoebox of memories
of years gone by,
letters and photographs
filled with memories
of years before we grew old.
As I opened the lid
the memories came flooding out
and swirled around my head,
memories filled with smiles and laughter
at the things we used to do.
poem by David Harris
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The day I turned 16
My sisters, they built me a coffin,
Sorrow and misery, I was buried within,
My sisters, their hands were stained with my blood,
The ones who cast me away from my imaginary kindred,
My companions, they took from me my age,
My life and my dreams, they locked in a cage,
My companions, they wear the label of hypocrisy,
For they dreamt not for themselves, neither for me.
I was left with no voice, and thus I could not talk,
All emotion was snatched, and thus I could not walk,
Grief was the gift they showered on me,
Solitary and somber was the sight I could see,
My life was a playground, a cloud, a game,
Isolation and desertion befriended my name,
Never did I mark nor scold their conceit,
Yet to me was their betrayal, to me their deceit.
The bond that formed, perhaps was never there,
The labels they possess now, perhaps they always wore,
This pain and anguish of mine never was decreased,
My friends, they did not comfort me, but had me decease,
These words of love and care and affection,
Their irony now causes my attention,
My friends, they were fake, because of envy,
Their desires of arrogance only killed me.
poem by Rukhsar Ahmed
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Laying It On The Line
Laying it on the line.
Time is too precious not to!
At least mine.
Saying it like it is,
And having it be done...
Saves unwelcomed misunderstandings.
And interpretations,
Others are willing to share...
Of what is not there!
But they dare to create and spoil.
Maturity helps one to see things more clearly.
Life becomes more defined.
And wasting time beating around the bush?
Does not cushion the truth at all.
Those delays to say what is on one's mind...
Often finds some kind of betrayal being covered up,
For some reason.
For some purpose...
For someone to bask away in dishonesty.
And today so much of that,
Seems to be the thing to do!
Even when it is obvious...
Someone known is being screwed!
It is best to lay it on the line.
Feelings will be hurt.
People are only accustomed,
To dishing dirt on others and tossing it!
To spread quick.
But winds do shift.
And those who do lay it on the line,
Discover they have peace of mind.
And those who do not...
Often are found surrounded by their own sorrows.
Talking about what tomorrow brings!
Even when deception is all they know to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Letters
She held a pack of love letters tied with ribbons and bows.
these were the love letters that she would never show.
Every one of them was dated first to last
These were the letters that held a life past.
Times may pass and things may change
But memories stay the same.
The writing of love letters had slowly disappeared
But she held on to them from year to year.
She sat with the letters in her lap.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
He had said he would be with her
Till the day he died
And fifty years later
He met his maker
And was carried to the cemetery
by the undertaker.
The letters had been written
with tenderness and love
Proclaiming every thing
Even the stars above.
He said life was meaningless if with her
His life he could not share.
And losing her was something
he could not bear.
Now that he was gone and she
Was left all alone.
The house didn’t seem
like much of a home.
She knew her children would not understand
Why she held the love letters in her hand.
These were the memories that kept her alive
And on that she couldn’t deny.
But her mind and body was fading fast
And she knew she could not last.
So to her children she bequeathed
The letters that she cherished all her life
For that was her husband, and she was his wife.
These are the love letters that your father
Wrote to me when we were young and carefree.
He told me of all that life had to offer.
And of all the love he had for me
And that he wanted to raise a family.
When you read his letters you will know
Why I loved this man so.
And now it’s time for me to go.
Because your father awaits me on the other side
And we’ll be together for all of time
poem by Louis Rams
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On Betrayal
we often feel as if we've been betrayed...
and we're hurt, angry, scarred, and vindictive...
but the truth is we lead lives of betrayal.
times we fail others, times we fail ourselves.
times when we mean to do the right thing,
and dont follow through.
times we excuse ourselves by
saying we're following our heart.
times we turn away,
and blame it on circumstance.
times we dont dare to do what life demands.
times we choose indifference,
times we think we've already given enough.
times we choose the easy way out.
times we are not grateful...
times we dont forgive but expect forgiveness.
times we dont speak what our heart feels,
until it's too late....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Betrayal Is Betrayal
To say one cares for another,
To conveniently use to make excuses...
With a hiding behind to abuse one's trust,
Will eventually find its way out in the open.
And there are just too many people like that,
To have one believe that their approach...
To throwing someone 'cared for' under the bus,
Has a different touch.
Betrayal is betrayal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal
This time caught out.
Your betrayal is as old time
You throw your time bomb
Choosing the time frame
With your usual bad timing.
Your excuses time worn.
Its not the first time.
I catch myself just in time
Time for a time out,
Stunned.
Time elongates.
Stands still, a still life
At my time of life
I should know better
Time to move on
No longer to give you the time of day.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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