WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

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  • queenrosered
  • Waiting for escrow to close on our new house in Vegas...will still visit Mexico often! Sorry I've been away so long from this site! Great to be "home" :D

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I WAS CHANELLING ANDREA YATES, THE MOTHER THAT DROWNED HER KIDS IN THE TUB AND THEN WAITED UNTIL HER HUSBAND CAME HOME,SHE SAID GOD TOLD HER TO DO IT. MAY BE TOO DARK FOR SOME PEOPLE, SORRY.THIS JUST CAME TO ME.

WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

I sit here as the clock strikes five;

 This house now silent, once so loud.

 Where have the children gone and why?

 I wonder as I gaze at clouds.

 

 I think back to the days before,

 When we first married, me and him.

 We had such freedom and we swore

 To cherish it and then came Tim.

 

 Though Tim was first, three more came next;

 Sweet Becky, John and baby Jake.

 Instead of joy, I felt perplexed;

 My head was sore, and heart did ache.

 

 Then God did come and speak to me

 The way He did to Job of old;

 "Destroy all four then get on knees"

 So I just did as I was told.

 

 See them all lined up and bathed,

 All lying in their beds so still?

 My husband will be proud, amazed

 That I so gladly do God's will.

 

 I hear the car upon the drive;

 The children all remain in bed.

 Better behaved than when alive,

 Why does my heart pound so with dread?

 

 "Where are the children dear?" he asked;

 A look of warning on his face.

 The face in whose light I once basked;

 I search for love and find no trace.

 

 "For love of God, what have you done?"

 He utters as he takes the steps.

 "A thing that cannot be undone"

 I mutter coldly under breath.

 

 A cry of anguish reaches me,

 Releasing all the hounds of Hell!

 At last my soul has been set free

 As in His house, I'll surely dwell!

 

 I watched as down the stairs he climbed

 With face as white as any snow.

 Pumped up with faith I was and primed;

 I must explain, how would he know?

 

 I told him how the Lord did speak

 I, but humble vessel, listened

 Then drowned each little lamb so meek

 And scrubbed until their faces glistened.

 

 I dressed them in their Sunday best;

 (All dressed up, no place to go.)

 Then placed the arms across their chests

 I rearranged them all just so.

 

 "You deranged bitch!" he spat at me

 His face a portrait of pure rage,

 "You'll burn in Hell for this, you'll see"

 As all his passions he engaged.

 

 I hear the sirens wailing now;

 It dawns on me what I have done.

 Those voices my sick mind avowed

 Have gone and left nowhere to run.

 

 I sit alone in empty room,

 In faded gown with tattered hem.

 Bound for Hell, I wait in gloom

 Lord knows I cannot make amends.


 Four loving children I once had,

 I was "Mommy", I was safe.

 How could they know that I'd gone mad?

 I now know Satan is to blame.

 

 But blaming doesn't make it right,

 You wrap it any way you might.

 I know that I have seen the light,

 Four souls plus one were lost that night.

 

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Insideme commented on WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

01-22-2010

I dont believe in god or satan and feel like they are excuses for people to not do right. I love this poem and you are an astounding writer. I feel priveliged to have read this one, you are terrific.

queenrosered

01/22/2010

Thanks again my poet friend. Obviously...one doesn't have to believe in any particul "God" ....I only knows that there is a "higher power" in the universe and that true "evil" does, indeed, exist. Peace and Love, Rose. XD

DeepEclipse commented on WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

01-21-2010

Satan dresses himself up as God in many ways. Ah that last line is haunting. "Four souls plus one" You really put yourself into that perspective. And props for rhyming every other line with every other line. No easy feat. Vivid story, depicted with an easy visual and a rhyme that felt natural and unforced. Nice Queen.

queenrosered

01/22/2010

Thanks so much again Deep...yup...ur right...Satan does indeed "trick" mortals whenever and however he can. Not the "Prince of Darkness" for nuttin, huh? You are a very talented writers whose opinion I highly value! Thanks again bro! Peace and Love, Rose! XD

DarknessDivine commented on WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

01-17-2010

WOW, you hit this on the head!! This poem is a lot like my poem "To Hell for Christmas" you should read it, I think you will like it!

queenrosered

01/20/2010

Thanks Darkness, I will check out ur poem as well, I appreciate it! Love, Rose, XD

raych33 commented on WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

01-16-2010

im not sure what to think, it is in fact very dark. but i do like the ending i think u wrapped it very nicely

queenrosered

01/20/2010

Thanks Raych! All I can say is I somehow "channeled" her sick mind and was able to put it into poetic form. I always warn people beforehand, because it IS eerie, definitely.Appreciate the read sweetie! Love, Rose.

jesusfreake commented on WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

01-15-2010

the most insane thing about this poem is what foolish things people say they do in the name of God..who would never ask of such things...If only they could see beyond the words to the meanings they have...then they would see that there is nothing as evil as this that God would ask...thanx for the share

queenrosered

01/16/2010

So true bluberri, God would NEVER really ask a person to do this and yet....visions and voices persist for the most mentally ill, and sorry to say but things like this will happen from time to time...the poor children.....thanks again, Love, Rose.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.