Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Click Bait

28.06.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

In the silent
hideouts,
lonely rooms,
tree-huts
sheds,
classrooms
churches
bus-stops,
a hidden screen,
an epidemic subsumes
minds and personalities,
dolphamine chemicals
rewriting brains
pushing intimacy away
into shame addictions
quick masturbations...

"Not a shame,”
pixel porn whispers,
"freedom for
women's bodies to
do what they want",
and porn fuelled
sex trade
statistics
are blanked away,
pixel pain grows
stroking soft fingers
on the flesh
of your mind.
Steal a life
Steal a slave
trafficked porn sex.

A click away
from another victim
from a child kidnapped,
sex slaves
with seven years
death expectancy
exploited flesh
corrupted innocence.

Build a coliseum
fill it with the crowds
pay per view
and throw the
girls to the lions,
you scream for more
your thumb points down
and ad rates tick up.

So...
Why do you click
for death?
Her's quicker
your's slower.

Prompt
Is porn an epidemic? Harmful or just fun?

References: Porn Harm, Porn and Slavery, Porn and Slavery 2

click_bait_sex_pornography_addiction Poetry

Tags: sex, addictions, porn, habits, slavery

Trapped

05.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Mother
Three young mouths
Meagre hope
Threadbare cupboards
Shanty corrugated cage
Husband taken
Cholera's meal.

Whispered words
Propaganda hope suggested,
Cash given
Teenager traded,
Bitten by the trafficker
Real life zombie
Taken to sea.
Sweat fisherman blood.

4 hours sleep
20 hours work
4 hours sleep
20 hours work
4 hours sleep…
Fingers to bone.

No escape
No words
No life.

Fear trap,
Miles of ocean,
Netted life,
Broken arm
if you speak out.

Modern slavery
Forty-five million
cries in the wind,
cries in the Dirt,
cries in the Smoke
cries on the ocean,
Tears in the heart!

WALT: to give voice to the voiceless.
Criteria

Use strong: new vocabulary, word images
Protest against an injustice in our world
Cut words not needed
Include facts from research
Be creative in getting my point across

Tags: wealth, kidnapped, slavery, dance, crime

Slaves Exist

13.08.2017 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Trapped,
a consignment to consumerism,
No pity,
No rights,
Death by degrees,
slaves,
poor because
mandates and manacles
rights and reasons
are all in the hands
off a powerful few.
Insidiously hidden
third world or first world
thousands live
daily death;
Sex trade, sold souls,
cheap and cheapened labour,
poverty raping
minds and lives from
the future,
How can we watch -
only numbed by statistics
defrauded, desensitised by media,
Someone else,
Someone else,
Someone else will.

And you saw me
Hungry, in poverty
Trapped
and you walked on by
Head down
another message on your cell,
another appointment,
What will others think of your heroin?
Excuses of
not having enough,
worried for your own future.

You saw me,
And never saw me.

Tags: slavery, death, issues, slaves

Trapped

04.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Mother
Three young mouths
Meagre hope
Threadbare cupboards
Shanty corrugated cage
Husband taken
Cholera's meal.

Whispered words
Propaganda hope suggested,
Cash given
Teenager traded,
Bitten by the trafficker
Real life zombie
Taken to sea.
Sweat fisherman blood.

4 hours sleep
20 hours work
4 hours sleep
20 hours work
4 hours sleep…
Fingers to bone.

No escape
No words
No life.

Fear trap,
Miles of ocean,
Netted life,
Broken arm
if you speak out.

Modern slavery
Forty-five million
cries in the wind,
cries in the Dirt,
cries in the Smoke
cries on the ocean,
Tears in the heart!

WALT:
To give voice to the voiceless.

Success Criteria:
* Use strong: new vocabulary, word images
* Protest against an injustice in our world
* Cut words not needed
* Be creative in getting my point across

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Dance the Diabolical

09.06.2013 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The monkey
curls charlatan cute
posed on your shoulder,
porn paws
wrapped in your hair,
appetite growing,
you feed furred desire
screen-bound
whore-hound,
brain disconnecting
relationships dopamine
rewired,
fantasies edged;
morphing
a gorilla grows
draping your shoulders,
scalp pain
as he excitedly
twists your
skin-clad
skull-head.

And you undress
with a not-me click,
the skeleton
of child kidnapped,
stripping innocence,
naked lust
peels pimped life
to the marrow,
you entertainment-click
sado share
toxic abuse,
you grope for
hard-core.

You dance the diabolical.

Watching aroused
this dressed-up world,
Trapped in your
indifferent-hate
self-hate
life-hate,
addicted-hate,
the screen
reflecting your
gorilla red-eyes,
desensitised
not realised.

Not me
you lonely think,
cynically patting
the cute monkey
shoulder perched
score searched...

Dance the diabolical.