Too Much To Take

A Garden Park ( Poem Two )

His face,

suspicious,

with a touch of coldness,

no grace,

he committed the murder

in a public place,

a garden park,

agony without a trace,

fear moved slowly in the dark,

killing for countless years,

so many worries,

so many fears,

the sky, starless,

smoky and gray,

as the angels in heaven

bowed their heads to pray.

Riddled With Fear ( Poem One )


Of course he fought,

but he was caught,

the disturbed young man

was a rat, a mouse,

the crime scene

was a three story shit house,

the victim, a mother of two,

raped then strangled,

after that, she was carved,

and the knife ran right through,

it was the stuff nightmares came from,

and the terror ran deep

it stayed on the detective’s mind,

and it would ruin sleep,

images of the dead,

playing in his head,

like a musical tune,

until you want no more,

but he couldn’t help it,

and in that, he was sure,

he would live it over and over,

the body, the blood stains on the floor,

the dried spatters on the door,

death lingered in the air,

while the children

were locked in the closet,

riddled with fear

Artistry and Grace ( Poem Three )

He wove several stories with artistry and grace,

His words, often eloquent

Was filled with disgrace,

When his lies were deep,

His voice would pitch higher,

The truth he’d keep,

But the lies were hot as fire,

He was a trickster with no morality,

Convincing, conniving, a life of intrusion,

He was a backstabber,

With a smile that was merely an illusion,

They’d believe him, even on a witness stand,

His lies were realistic and so grand,

You’d listen, gamble on the truth,

But you’d loose,

So many may interpret the stories

As they choose,

Devil, demon, Satan, Ghost,

Choose a name,

He’s what souls fear most.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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ubanichijioke 4 years ago from Lagos

wow! such easy use of words to conjure a feeling of fear and sadness.

"after that, she was carved,

and the knife ran right through,

it was the stuff nightmares came from,"

this left my mind with many mental pictures.

Great job Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks man for checking this out :)


lovedoctor926 4 years ago

you portray the fear very well. " a three story shit house." lol. you're so funny, but so true:) what's up doc?


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Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

A mother, raped and then strangled...how terrible is the world!


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

what's up doc? LOL you're are too funny Marlene.. and Vin thanks for stopping by :)


lovedoctor926 4 years ago

Lol..


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

sweet... :)


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

I can't stop laughing with the comment you left on ruchira's article on stress. what's cooking g.l?


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

You... :) lol thanks Marlene


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

Good description of fear portrayed in this poem. yo soy ese angelito from afar that prays. nadie entiende una comunidad de gringos. Lol. voting up.


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

In the poem A Garden Park I was referring to.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

u still r the bomb!!!!


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

Lol. thanks..


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

anytime Doc ....

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