An Open Letter to Cowards and Bullies

To all the bullies and cowards in the world

You can stamp your feet,

You can yell and threaten

You can move quietly and leave

Carnage in your wake,

Perhaps you can evoke fear and terror, but

You will NEVER gain Respect,

And in the future, if your name is spoken

It will be spoken with contempt!

How do you know if you are a bully?

Answer me this:

Do you need to hurt others to get attention?

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 16, 2013)

• NaPoWriMo 2013/30 Poems In 30 Days
• Remembering Boston-Kathie's Birds Post

I'll Bid you Not a Fond Farewell

I’ll bid you not a fond farewell,

Instead I say hello

To the freedom I now have

As I watch you go

For ten long months you tormented me

You filled my life with fear

But now you’re gone and I am free

And I’m the one still here!

So take your small mind with you,

And your insecurities as well,

Go live your life somewhere else

Imprisoned in your self-made hell!

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 10, 2013)

NaPoWriMo 2013 Prompt 10 

Scarecrow

I am just a scarecrow dancing in the dark,

No one wants to play with me,

When I’m at the park,

It seems I am not like them,

I have a funny face,

I walk a different way,

I think at slower pace,

My stuffing’s always falling

Out upon the ground

And though my face is smiling

Inside I wear a frown,

Not because I’m angry,

But because I’m sad,

I only want to be included

In the group so bad,

So off in darkness is where I dance

Upon my secret stage

Where no one can deride me

For the games I play,

No sees the dance I do,

No one hears my song,

Still, I keep on singing,

In hopes that I’ll belong.

~Kathie Adams Brown (October 12, 2012)

• One Single Impression 
• Prompt 241: Scarecrow

The Dragon in His Den

The Dragon in his den,
separate from men,
in a world of his own making,
unattached and unacknowledged.
He is angry that the world
does not notice him,
does not bow down to him,
so he ROARS!
He spews his anger and his pain
on everyone he meets, then,
grows silent again.
He yawns his boredom at authority,
he never meets your eyes,
He strikes!
then scampers back to his cave
to wallow in his own stew
of fear, self-pity, and arrogance.

~Kathie Adams Brown (May 19, 2011)

And the Dragon Roars

I live beneath the dragon’s lair
I listen to him roar
I hear him daily stomp his feet
Above me on his floor
He spews his venom on the world
No matter whom you are
He doesn’t care whom he burns
Or if he leaves a scar
For the dragon only knows one thing
He cares only for himself.

The raging dragon licks his wounds
and blames the passing world
for everything his flaming tongue
brings back on him:

For every charred ember,
For all the soot in his life,
For all the darkness he dwells in.

He does not see
That he is the source
Of his own misery.
And the Dragon R-O-A-R-S!


~Kathie Adams Brown (2-8-11)

The Little Emperor

The Little Emperor stomps his feet
demanding all the time
that the world revolve around him,
that the world bow down to him,
that the world get out of his way,
for he is coming through.

The Little Emperor will shout
with words both loud and vulgar
he has no care for others,
he has no thought but for himself,
he sees no pain but his own,
he hears no plea but his own,
he is the center of his own world,
and all else revolves around HIM.

The Little Emperor is large
in height and breadth and width,
but in a mystery he can't fathom,
the more he puffs himself up
the smaller he becomes.

~Kathie Adams Brown (1-15-11)