Jokers Wild

Green With Envy

With envy are you green?
To others are you mean?

Your heart filled with hate
and you hear no debate?

What other’s have you desire
and within yourself you conspire

From them to take away
as a facade you display?

Acting like you’re their friend
but envy to no end

And all your wiles employ
that their life you destroy?

Then if you do succeed
does it satisfy your greed

Or do you want more
than what you did before?

That’s evil through and through
running amok inside of you

And you must get free
of hate, greed and envy

To the God‘s throne run
confessing what you have done

While asking for His grace
to all your sins erase

That you walk in love
and praising the Lord above

If you want to spend
when this life does end

Your eternity is such bliss
this world you’ll never miss!

Teresa Marie  10/6/11

The Broken Ballerina

Their delicate feet tapped, their skirts bloomed like lilies and their fingers caressed the air. The show was beautiful, ephemeral and moving. I stared in awe and hatred. My body had once been as beautiful, flexible and delicate as theirs. Those naive girls had no idea what ballet truly was, but I did. While my husband teaches them everything he taught me, I sit and wait for a concert where I don’t dance. Ritualistic torture transformed from a once loved cycle of performance. As he runs his aging hands down their taut legs I feel mine alone, disappointed. My eyes grew wide with boiling hatred, if only I could snap those precious, beautiful, young swan-like necks. Would he still love them then?

All I could think of
was my intense hate
and the wicked twist
of my own fate

There was a time
I was the star
ballerina extraordinaire
I’d gone so far

Traveled all the world
great applause I heard
how they clamored for me
hung on my every word

Look at me now
broken by this disease
I would never dance again
the doctor said with ease

Legs are so twisted
and ugly to the eye
destroyed my whole world
but wouldn’t make me die

Stuck in this wheelchair
forced to watch them dance
ate up by their beauty
as they pirouette and prance

I don’t understand why
he must torture me
can he not comprehend
why doesn’t he see?

Can’t take it anymore
time for him to pay
he doesn’t know yet
it’s his judgement day

Knife under the pillow
the preparations are made
when he goes to sleep
my pain will be repaid

When I am done
ugly he will be
as these twisted legs
that have crippled me.

Teresa Marie  9/18/11

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Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes

There do you see

That you I despise

In the darkness of me

The things that I hide

Hate, greed and envy

The evil that’s inside

Of not just only me

I am always waiting

For you to be

The one they’re hating

As a mortal enemy

For it lurks there

Wanting to be free

And make you into where

You’re as evil as me!

 Teresa Marie  8/19/11




The Monster Within


There’s a green-eyed monster
within us all
who’s there just waiting
for us to call

He lies dormant
deep down inside
and his time
does he bide

Until the rise
of our jealousy
fans the flames
to burning envy

And then we will
let him out
That his poison
we’ll scream and shout

When nothing good
in him does dwell
for he’s a demon
straight from hell

God did command us
to keep him away
that he does not
lead us astray

So always remember
we  have the power
to slay that monster
every day and hour!

Teresa Marie  8/13/11

Hold My Hand

Come hold my hand

Together we will stand

Wherever we may land

We’ll be together and


We’ll be the envy

Of every one we see

For you’ll never be

Anywhere without me


Come take my hand

With the angel band

Dance in the sand

Life will be grand


‘Cause you are the one

Who is my moon and sun

The love we have won

Will never be undone!

Teresa Marie  8/11/11

I See

Who you are I see
and you don’t fool me

The monster that you hide
is lurking there inside

Just waiting to be freed
upon my soul to feed

You are my true enemy
full of hate and envy

That does always come out
as you scream and shout

Because you are a bully
which I now see fully

And I have run from you
no longer will you do

What to me you’ve done
and my life I have won.

Teresa Marie  8/5/11

For Sara Jayne, my baby girl.