Best Captivity Poems
In my despair,
With all my burdens I could not bear.
A Savior did appear,
I heard Him whisper in my ear.
You are My child,
No longer will you be reviled.
With tears streaming down my face,
No longer will I be a disgrace.
With just a word,
I heard.
With just a touch I became,
More than a name,
I became a flame.
With a message of love,
Given from above.
God sent His son,
To give us victory that will not be undone.
And on that cross,
Which was meant for loss.
There was redemption,
From all our transgression.
With His Blood that was shed,
Out of captivity He led.
We are called to reign,
And forever with Him we will remain.
Deborah Johnson, Copyright 2018.
I can't be sure what she said, but as we were walking...
her bright' eyes were looking straight ahead.
I looked at her, but I didn't say...'we can't do that anyway.'
I recalled where I stood; maybe she can, but I never could.
What can it be like to think free, thinking...far beyond what I see?
I've never had the freedom to think free (...).Why?
Oh!...because...I live, and was born... in captivity.
I took it all for granted. The sky, the stars, the wind,
the flowers, the grass, the trees.
I expected to see my friends every day,
it was boring, dull, humdrum, if you please.
In my mediocre mind-set, I was walking to a friends’ house,
not enjoying a breeze.
Not paying any attention to the sky, the wind,
the flowers, the grass or the trees.
When I am grabbed from behind, very hard and fast, a murderer’s plan.
I am wrenched off my feet, and thrown into a hard, cold, uncaring van.
Chloroform is placed on my face, and I think I am going to the promise land.
I am out like a light, at the mercy of a non-writing rock and roll band.
I awaken on a firm mattress in the corner of a dark and dank cage.
Hey! Long-hair yells, she is awake. Let’s make her write us a poem or a page.
I sit up and glare at the four identically dressed men whose plan in unhinged.
If they think I am writing anything for them, they should try and think again.
You are our prisoner, one tells me, in a really snotty, uppity way.
Yes, you can have food and stuff, but you are going to definitely stay
Until you write some songs for us, and they better be a hooray
Or we can get rid of you, for we are musicians, and we do not play.
They kept me for six years, when I never saw a park, dog or the sun.
Caged in a day care center with a bunch of two’s
would have been quite a bit more fun.
Wrote many songs, about a clever woman who tricked her captor
into letting her run,
But she got caught up in their drama,
this intelligent slippery songwriter of one.
For years I did not see flowers, trees, or anything I used to not see.
Beauty I used to take for granted, and not care about,
obtuse, I could be.
I did not see the stars, the sun, the snow, the moon,
or my maniacal mean cousin Lee.
Prisoner until I had written songs for them,
magic number six hundred eighty-three
Written 3-23-2019
Contest: Freedom to nothing is something
Sponsor: Deliah Ventura
Memories of a dying bud,
Felicitation for the hard sun,
He still crawls the wall,
Butterfly tormented with her wings burnt.
Differences is an old man,
Still walking our bloodied earth,
He shoots himself everyday,
A ceremony celebrated from his birth.
Oh! how has he taken over you?
Like some brown leaves covering the dead,
Or are we just drops of dew?
Like it has always been said.
Maybe I need to define,
An extent of suffice,
But who am I to do this?
When we are all confined...
-Avee
5/8/13
Spread out your wings
Come on, baby – it’s your time to fly today
Our misfortune stings
Pour forth your ecstasy – will it take away
Our despondency?
Bring me out of captivity…
Producing calamity…
I can’t reach for His light –
THROW ME A ROPE!
I’m buried far below…
Midnight’s as dark as the cawing crow
I CAN’T CLIMB…due to my lack of energy
Fortify me by your might
Spread out your wings
Wake up, darling…wake up to reality –
Open up your window . . .
Our sundrenched spirits brings
Happiness to the hungry, arduous world
His sincerity bestow
Miracles & eternal peace instead of
remorse & catastrophe
Shield me with your radiance
Give me a taste of your jubilance…
Your voluptuous essence
YOUR Pure, holy Sustenance…
Not their truculence…
Their arrogance… Their reluctance…
Their defiance… their unfeeling essence,
Evincing their callous hearts of stone
And crafting it, open to the public
Open to the world of woe
Spread out your wings
Keep on believing, dearest –
It’s not your time to die…
Your face is doused in dismay
Your melody still rings
In my ears… sticking to me like a broken record...
Will it shed a tune of delight today?
Is it a cure to our tragedy?
Drag me out of captivity…
I’m sick of all of this cruelty…
I’ve fallen into a pit of obscurity–
GIVE ME a taste of your effulgence
I’m unchained from my captivity…
Am I surely free? Where shall I flee?
Daylight’s as bright as the dove, fluttering gaily
I’m incapable of flight…due to my lack of wings
Strengthen me throughout my plight! ~ ~ ~
How did you make my high spirits soar upright? ~ ~ ~
I have embarked on a journey with Jesus
I do not envisage any failure
I am totally committed to Him
I am therefore in direct conflict with Satan
Jesus has purchased me with His precious blood
Therefore I am an alien in this world
On this journey He assured me there would be tribulations
He would not shield me from troubles
But He promised to see me through
My troubles would not overwhelm me
Challenges are wombs that carry my success
Because when times are stable no one is tested
When seas are calm and secure no one is refined
I do not run away from challenges
That would speak strength to my life
My brothers conspired and sold me into slavery
But God made me the most important personality in my captivity
Envy and jealousy threw me into the Lion's den
But His angels transformed lions to my pets as I walked into freedom
I was set up and thrown into a blazing flame
But I came out unscathed as Angels rescued me
My journey with Him is on course
It is irrevocable
Cause He is the way, the truth and life
There's no easy way to say this so I'll just be blunt.
Every evening at 8:30 I venture outdoors and I hunt.
I don't slaughter my prey. I just capture them you see,
and then I bring all my captives home with me.
I don't consume my prey. I place them all in captivity.
Now for the rest of their lives their lives belong to me.
I release them all into my 100 gallon fish tank
I then seal the top with a screen. No escapees from my tank.
I don't believe my prisoners, whom I see as my children, feel as captives necessarily.
What I have given them is a wonderful thing. An Utopian Society,
Their environment is perfectly humid and ideal for them.
Two heating pads grace the bottom of my fish tank prison.
An inch or two of fresh soil also lines my prison fish tank's bottom.
All they really need is fresh water for nourishment
but they also enjoy nectar, so I provide also fresh sugar water for them.
Now once daily like a plant I water them.
Decorative fossils, plants and rocks are also displayed on the bottom
of the moss covered heated soil of this most aesthetically pleasing terrarium..
They all have shelter and tunnels that they all can explore
but most important of all, they're all safe from predators.
They have plenty of space to socialize.
More importantly, they have much needed open space so that they can all fly.
and every now and then they display their gratefulness to me
with some of the greatest natural light shows I've truly been honored to see.
They are My Children. I am their Deity.
No I don't feel they feel as captives necessarily.
I believe that in their way, they'll be grateful til their dying day for My Firefly Utopian Society,
Will they pro create?
Well, we'll just have to see and wait.
C a p t i v i t y
once plagued
my soul
with sin-virus
condemning verdict…
‘til the Saviour
healed me
to triumph
in His wondrous
D e l i v e r a n c e *.
*Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, …he hath sent me to … preach deliverance to the captives…
April 4, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK B,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/22/2020.
Bind my feet and tie my hands
In tiny little knots.
Seal my body to the earth,
But don’t constrain my thoughts.
Before the Wires and Towers dominated the sky,
cutting wounds in the Earth and air,
childish eyes would peek upwards,
towards heaven, beyond god,
towards the Eagle's stair
Even on the haunting winter nights,
The Eagle flew in palest moonlight,
free on the horizon, over the feilds of wheat
Bound to nothing exept it's will,
and the prey, seeking to defeat
And yet the fences were constructed
and wires dangled in the air,
roads connected us to the world
when everything we needed
was still right there
And still, the most painful thing
that i remember from those days
was the once proud and mighty eagle
trapped in wire, just past the hay
contorted, and broken
Calling out, "Mercy, MERCY!"
in squalls and yells, flailing made it worse,
cutting deep into the flesh,
as much as the freedom
of the once majestic, mighty bird
You've got to be kidding me
I thought that this would set me free
But I find I'm only well
Deeper entangled in your spell
I should have know I can't escape
Your hold on me is just to great
Your claws dug are dug in deep
Holding my heart with metal hooks
Stealing all my hopeful looks
You won my heart through trickery
So never yours will it truly be
Though also never will it be free
Ideal splendour
flames of emotions arise
desired and possessed.
Beauty in captivity
adoration blazing down.
August 2nd, 2018
Shh! Here comes the Civilian general
My black-master to a black-master
On whom my boney back bent
On a twenty four hour daily chore.
Planting happiness on Masters vegetation mind
Reaping sorrows in my vegetable mind
Commands he always bark not shout
Where be this boy, this orphan, this ill-fed scoundrel?
Me and my orphaned enslaved soul, he referred to us
You wallow in the fat brewies of my bounties
Centuries of your worked pennies cant buy
And licked up crumbs off my silvered table
Yet will not rise to see my works glister
Though pennies and cents be wasted as wages?
Me think and my battered orphaned soul
Deep down my battered breast aloud
Else Master is of Femme-fatales offspring
When his tobacco temper cunningly flares
In a venomous rage of hurricane
Threatening my dual starving slumbering soul
Whom fear shadowed in my weak ribs
Master always come snorting, swearing
Under clenched, stenched breath
At one weary, boney, pitiable carcass
Peacefully snoring his sorrows away
Only Master wouldn't take that labor break
Else, my crumbs be forfeited by half
Rest comes to clothe my dual naked soul
Only under white scorching sun
The only shelter Master ceded to me.
A DIRGE TO A GREAT MAN IN CAPTIVITY
Like the morning sun you appeared in front of us with your glory
Like the satellite you outshone the stars while they talk of your story
Your shoulder was a mountain which gave birth to springs to flow
Even the grasses looked up to you like a fertilizer to grow
Difficult as it sounds you were a noise we listened to as sound
Your dark skin glitter like the diamond
On your head lies the dreaded hair of a Nazarite
So tall like the iroko you stood amongst other trees
The squeeze on your neck so thick like the Tigers skin
In your sight fear runs while brevity is your kin
How empty does thy name now sound
Your journey to your fall a reality we do not understand
The hands you put fish hook on used you as their bait
Your faith was decided by a mere soul
O... Thou great Father, your end a journey never foretold
Difficult as it sounds your memory will live on
While your Litany will be told as tales by your friends.
TO A FRIEND HUNTED DOWN BY HIS OWN CHOICE
Your presence holds me captive
I don't know if it's the way you talk
Or the way you walk
Something about you has me held in captivity
Your personality has a hold on me
I don't know what it is
But your charm just won't let me leave
Boy I swear, something about you has me in captivity
Whenever you come around, I become someone new
I begin to speak and do the things that you want me to
You've got me held captive, I don't know what's happened to me
But is this really captivity, if this is where I want to be?