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Beverley Claudel David
Member since October 6, 2024
Member for 1 year, 7 months
The Maddening Hell on Earth
I cringe at how it must feel
Drudging away peel by peel
The insensitive choice
To them with no voice
How dare you cut like a hot knife through butter
Paging through the mess, the clutter
Shall I recall the price you paid
To have them all laid
It's never how it actually ends
At The beginning the road bends
I don't want to care
This my cross to bare
Don't just stand there agape
Is there ever any escape
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I cried once I think
Staring at the dirty dishes in the sink
You never forget the bloodied scream
Hugging onto your nightmarish dream
Sinful acts yet we claim to be pure
This very world kneeding at us like a dreaded whore with no cure
We laugh at its disgrace
Staring fear, faith and disfunction in the face
Who would contain it
Slippery bit by bit
It hurts she cried
Nobody listened as her eyes dried
Raped in the broad of day
Nothing but for the kitty to spay
Run away from here
The windows aren't clear, dagger or spear
Piercing right through this bodies rib
Caged in its very crib
I'll not need your breathing air
Put on a fancy dress and pin up your hair
We shall dance tonight
Shall I not think upon one's plight
This heart beckons
Shit. In life's reckons
Toss it all aside
The band wagon is a fair ride. Old chap take pride
She revolves around the sun
And insults each planet one by one
Shining stars, bruises with scars
I hate you, I've said that before
Fires burning inside its core
My dear friends close the door
Sleep must takes it course
I can't catch it through its remorse
Shut up or foolish one
Your idle chatter had made me numb
I count my blessings some
Let's drink to that a Coke and rum
Oh my bum seated on this icey bench
My fists with clench, oh but this stench
I shall deliver much a shiver. Blankets have we not,
hahaha hell will be hot
Fiery flames, gents and dames
All the same, called by name
Beverley Claudel David’s timeline
- October 2025
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06 MonAnniversary
One year of membership
- October 2024
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18 FriCritiqued
"I Lost The Instructions to being a woman" by @Candlewitch
"Hello Cat This is a sensitive issue for many. Your adaptation pulls at the heart strings. It is very descriptive and relays it's intention with accuracy. Thank you for sharing." -
18 FriFirst critique offered
on "I Lost The Instructions to being a woman" by @Candlewitch
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07 MonReceived a critique
on I ran from @Candlewitch
"You wrote an expressive piece, and I enjoyed it. Thank you for this. Welcome to Neopoet poetry site, we are glad to have you here. I look forward to reading more of your poems, and critique of other's works! *hugs, Cat" -
06 Sun
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06 SunFirst publication
I ran
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06 Sun
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06 SunJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
I am a 40 something female who has been writing since I knew how to hold a pen.
I write from my core but can be poetically cute as well. My writings are about life love and everything else. I thrive on sarcasm and hold a wicked sense of humor. Underneath all of this I am a director of a non profit organization called The Pinklight Movement. Loving God. Loving People
Location: South Africa
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