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Night-out in a whore street

Contributed by FRANCO on Monday, 1st September 2008 @ 02:47:29 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff






Lane of Dusky light, where virtues buried,
‘nd wicked breeds. Greasy faced half-naked women
wrangling with inebriated indecent ruffians yelling -
slang; hell den, where whoring boomed.

That one hollow night a bare woman, tears rolling,
nose bleeding, bumped over, seized my arm, pleading
for help, and I withdrew; “lady, I am not the kind “ she
though held on, tremblingly cried; “Please”

“Me not the kind either, but when hunger grew; ‘nd
my pale child’s rolling tears, drew to this trench of transgression,
here men thrived on feeble souls, heads were counted and sold,
those raised and were bold, ripped, raped, wrapped and buried cold.”

Over my hard held hand dropped and rolled here warm bitter tears,
pierced my heart – that might tear I feared. She murmured;
“Me a woman of emotions, not a beast to bear shame
’nd physical pain; to flush my desire and dreams down the drain,
to be molested over and again, raped for their gain;
my sin was plain - that I and my little one was in pain - of hunger.

Truth in her voice reflected on her torment face, me just a loner,
lit the light of new-life in her, ‘nd to me a purpose to breath.
-FRANCO-





Copyright © FRANCO ... [ 2008-09-01 14:47:29]
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Re: Night-out in a whore street (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 1st September 2008 @ 03:23:34 PM AEST
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My friend this truly hit the heart, beautiful write but is very sad indeed. Emotions running wild in this one.

Hugs
Michelle


Re: Night-out in a whore street (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 1st September 2008 @ 03:37:08 PM AEST
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This must have been painful to write...
Good post, my friend..
Hugs
Jenni


Re: Night-out in a whore street (User Rating: 1 )
by Crow on Tuesday, 2nd September 2008 @ 12:03:12 AM AEST
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Franco I`ve never read you..exceptional work,
I can relate this piece to some buried part in my life, and I could never say it with the grace you have here. it was a pleasure to read this ....Lane


Re: Night-out in a whore street (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 2nd September 2008 @ 12:10:09 AM AEST
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My dear poet, when you raise your pen, you cast an amazingly emotive
air. And when you write of pain, tears hold no choice but to fall in endless
sadness. Your gift for the melancholy could drive a reader's heart to
despondence.


A very sad tale, expertly written, poet.


~ Breezy



Re: Night-out in a whore street (User Rating: 1 )
by LindaMary on Friday, 19th June 2009 @ 12:04:18 PM AEST
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Benedetto,

This poem so very sad captures the desperation that grips a life to endure untold suffering/pain. Through your words the emotions are felt. and cut deep to the heart.

Bravo...Well written.

Love,
Linda




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