Best Bound Up Poems

Woman in Chains
(What Man Would Abide It?)

Women throughout centuries – the softer sex.
I picture them subservient since what feels like time primordial!

What man would abide
being sold as if mere chattle and being called another’s property?
What man, with a love of learning or of writing,
would acquiesce...

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I’m tired of knowing
That because of my race
Because of where I live
Because of my last name
I’m part of the band…
The children of a lesser God

I’m tired of knowing
That there is so much hate
That it can only escalate
Till someone presses the button
And we blow up in...

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A is for Amazing we all wish to be
B is for Blessings that help us to see

C is for Caring which humbles our world
D is for Dancing where joy is unfurled

E is for Empathy that makes a great friend
F is for Friendships we hope never...

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BEAUTY ABIDES

Beauty abides, and as her lover, 
I lift her veil to see transparent eyes glimmering
with an enticement worthy of seduction.

Touching some primordial passion, 
she wreaks havoc on my senses.
And graces me with unspoken words 
that promise delightful pleasure.

Beauty reigns as Queen supreme. 
Upon her...

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I am a ghost in this house

A shadow of the past shapeless moving around you silently.

Carefully stepping on the stair steps that don't creak.
Sliding along the oak floors.
Wearing invisible clothes that don't crease.

Wondering constantly for your warmth to come back.
Grace me with your presence once...

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~the dark piece~

For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women

They are to be bound
In prisons made of pillars of fire
They are never to receive a reprieve
And on judgement they shall be brought forth

They who...

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I’m locked inside a place so very small
I do not fit inside it physically.
And yet it somehow is consuming me.
At times, I feel I can’t break loose at all!

My arms and legs were not bound up by rope.
I’m not behind some door with heavy chain.
In...

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I'm writing on the first page.
I love the concord and quiet at my age.
The morning came from a genius mage.
In my spirit, I am searching for the truth stage.
To understand things to resist this upsurge.
It is secured with the vibration of the exchange.
Same as waves,...

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Don't let your dreams be drowned out by reality. 
If your bound up with daily drudge confound real life, set your dreams free.
Get off life's merry go round, say no to the corporate pound break free.
Dreams are for living confound the non believers be gutsy.

Don't...

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Light, like a morning
Dawn’s laughter
Reflecting so much joy
Sun silences the moon
Quiets the stars
Echoes brilliant hues
Of joy and insight

Light, like a whisper
Sunrise healing
Leftover darkness
Lingering fear, dread
Tears of regret
Pouring out peace
Threads of grace

Light, like a song
Rains down such hope
Never letting go
Of the wonder, the glow
Breathless a caress
Embracing...

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Footsteps of Midnight

Sealed in a cave
No beginning - no end,
No dawn – no dusk,
No sunrise – no sunset,- 
Only the constant echoing footsteps of midnight,
Pursued – haunted -
Pushing the soul closer to the fine edge
Of madness swirling in a yawning abyss;
Icy terror rises up in...

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While springtime presses in on my thoughts,
	forcing me to believe that even the stillness
		the clingy silence who drenches my spirit
in rhythms of non-regret, rhythms of pure peace
releasing my soul from the fading feelings,
the emotions that store up broken dreams, 
broken hearts, brokenness –
	like books to...

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A canvas washed with pastel hues
In palest pinks and liquid blues
Perfection seen through Monet’s eyes
Recounting where his genius lies

The lilies floating on the lake
The water, greenish blue opaque
A fluid mix of subtle tints
A flowing dream with fragile glints

This work of art from sable brush
Perception, depth,...

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Oh streaking man on epic sea;

bold waterman stoked up on fear,

your blue room wall calm lunacy,

oh streaking man on epic sea.

In magic, bound up ecstasy,

your arching nemisis comes near,

oh streaking man on epic sea;

bold waterman stoked up on fear. ...

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In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down 
The presence of the Lord has the power to...

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