Today’s random twitter poem had a foreboding dark theme and told a story of a captive who finally breaks against his or her assailant.  Deliberately leaving the person and attacker ambiguous this could be a woman, man and the attacker could be human or non-human depending on whatever scenario your mind crafts from this poem.  Thanks to the following twitter followers for providing the 10 random words today (in blue):

@reginasuniverse (defiance), @wkossen (Wacko), @SurfCityJay (resume), @coyotesqrl (deviant), @jamiain (pickled), @uzziemom (sad), @Jan_Geronimo (thighs), @VOTS_Roads (spring), @BlazingMinds (inbox), @wizzardsblog (miniscule)

Prisoner

The unfathomable sad and simple truth
Held in containment like a pickled egg
Against your will shackled to a bed
Torture only to resume time and time again
By a twisted deviant wacko with a sadistic game
Scars marking your thighs like vicious trophies

Rising in defiance for the last time
You spring into action against this monster
Elbow striking your assailants throat
Knee finding a home in its belly
Your onslaught unrelenting your intent is clear
Kill or be forced to endure this endless cycle

Striking your fists more times than spam in an email inbox
Miniscule droplets of blood splattering the wall and floor
Your attackers face an unrecognizable pulp in moments
Your fingers wrap around its throat in one final gesture
A lifeless struggle and your heart lifts
Keys found and chains drop to the ground

You have fought and become free

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Today’s random poem is a typical variation of the Boy meets Girl poem and was crafted by the 9 random words (in blue) provided by my twitter followers (butcher, deer, churn, lattice all helped my theme develop).  Thanks to:

@coyotesqrl (valley), @Dr_Dalek (lattice), @lejonprime (churn), @azredneck (deer), @Jan_Geronimo (butcher), @reginasuniverse (optimistic), @jamiain (annoying), @howelegant (Pontification), @Miragi (vapid)

The Butcher And The Baker

Carving meat from a fresh caught deer
A simple butcher who lives quite near

To a beautiful baker down the street
Whom he has always wanted to meet

Feeling optimistic that today is his day
Over to her bakery he decides to make his way

He steps through the door, feeling very shy
While she works finishing lattice topping on a pie

It starts with a greeting followed by small talk
Then later that evening the take a brisk walk

At first he thought she might find him annoying
But his company he learned, she was enjoying

Soon dividing his time between his butcher shop
And taking time to help her churn butter on top

Some people gossip about them with pontification
Others look upon the new couple with simple adoration

He brought forth all the courage he can muster
Now his life no longer vapid and lacking luster

In this valley town now, just down this simple street
Happiness is theirs both and their lives feel complete

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Today’s twitter poem was about a vacation to Ireland to forget ones past.  The word kilt followed by some of the other words made me think of this poem and Ireland specifically.   Thanks to the following people for providing the 13 random words today (in blue):
@coyotesqrl (kilt), @BlazingMinds (visa), @summerbreeze80 (salutations), @rockalong (stellar), @wizzardsblog (embrocation), @Miragi (inebriated), @SurfCityJay (production), @antiago (stygian), @reluctantaqua (running), @danielklotz (press), @billnega (rotund), @blm03 (pray), @azredneck (wonderful)

Cruise Past The Past

Off to an ancient and mythical land
Luggage in tow, carrying visa in hand
Mountainous scapes and lush green valleys
Boarding the ship you head straight to the galleys

Intentions are clear and your mood is stellar
First to get inebriated with wine from the cellar
As if healing past stress via embrocation
Looking forward to this great vacation

The engines startup, are off and running
Looking out the balcony the view is stunning
The ship leaves the harbor, crew at their stations
Crew members providing their last salutations

Hours pass as the waves press by
An ocean so blue it mirrors the sky
Quite the production; A rotund fish swimming in a school
A sight of living art that leaves you speechless, just too cool

Ireland a place of majesty and grace
No Stygian waters in this wonderful place
Where men don’t have to feel any guilt
About wearing a skirt they call a kilt

You pray that this trip doesn’t end too fast
A blessed trip one to help heal the past
This was just what you needed, it seems so clear
You think to yourself as you wipe away a tear

-Poem by Dragon Blogger