Limerick Freedom Poems | Limerick Poems About Freedom
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The bright, tall, dusk buildings glow gold
jacket pockets protecting from cold.
The tribal people dance
strange performers chance
and drums and chimes rhythmically bold.
A world of divine mystery waits
to those capable of altered states.
A state sleepily deep
for distracting thoughts sheep
making thy under tempted by debates.
Two eyes cannot see this grand place
for three are required to embrace.
The Soul breathes this air
a clear body thou wear
so as to walk with honest grace.
A world lacking an accurate clock
for emotions fly away in flock.
The flock a coward
a coat of chalk being a wise block.
Want ill advised, for drawbacks hunt
if the pendulum starts, it be shunt.
Man becomes dependent
attached to a pendant
leaving the par, taking the brunt.
This sway between east, west, with no rest
no rest for the grip on desire, vest.
The farther in sway
will increase weigh
harshly punishing if want not blessed.
So sit, take rest, take sanctuary
in the breath of calm sanitary.
Untie strings to unnerve
and will to observe
human nature that's planetary.
Not the material guy
I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.
My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever
Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow
Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’
18 September 2013 @1800hrs.
FOX NEWS had many car chases
Without seeing any faces
CNN other news
they both give me the blues
the news ignoring the races
Ah, sighence, indeed quite a puzzly puzzle.
The hypothermical leaves you chilly with a muzzle.
Solvent? I think not,
Stirring up the pot,
Overflow of info, gear up you better guzzle.
Trilling Tray (Limerick)
Parrots have men in the palm of their hands
Through the pirated palimpsest that is from man's land
There is no point getting into panic about the tall story
Touch me if it is a wild and wacky story
But if it is worthwhile to the core, (then) hold my hands.
When did we lose our country free?
Our ancestors set rules in degree.
Now they tell us what’s good
Do what we say, understood.
Old George would cut more than a cherry tree
what does it take to be free now?
I asked god and he showed me how
he gave me a book
and told me to look
so only to him will i bow
as i sit and blink
and not kink
to knowas i go
be free to be what i won't be
there's no measure
FREEDOM IS PLEASURE
He cringes in fear, his legs wobble, his young wings scared stiff;
below the nest yawns a dark, deathly chasm of what if;
plunges into space,
flaps, slows down the pace;
ah, new-found freedom of flight, across, around the home cliff !