Best Constrains Poems
Not long ago our destinies aligned
and of all the people it had to be you
your fragrance in the wind is left behind
as you walked by as i held the door for you
we wined and dined and hoped to outshine
the glittering stars of the night
you came at me in the midnight and held my hand
with no constrains you took me away
hand in hand amongst the sleepless souls
Side by side through the half empty streets of mainz
our brilliance playful act of love felt so alive
Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you
piggyback rides and lingering goodbyes
of the same mind tonight i hope we could be two
mesmerised by the sparks between our eyes
passionately yielding to this sensation you and i shared
with fastened lips and no words to spare
the essence of love was in the air in a surreal like dream
time stood still for you and me
Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you
an unseen dramatic contraction
of what seemed to be a lasting attraction
Unanswerable questions are left in wander
Unquestionable answers are left to ponder
Words of love and poesy used to quickened you
bittersweet traces is all that I now leave you
Silence is all that remained that only a wonder can break
To enlighten your heart and brighten your smile like a summers day is my aim
Herein lies the identity of their enemy
Herein lies the description of the abuses
Herein lies the claims against their tyrant
Herein lies the picture of their fixed intolerance
Herein lies their 'no recourse' and plan of action
Herein lie the rhyme and the reason, their right, and their duty
The Americans who led the way, and the people whom they represented, made it very clear that the abuses suffered at the hands of the King of England had become intolerable and the time had come for total separation. No one could have expressed it better than what we now read in in a short portion of the text: ***************************************************************
"But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world." What follows this paragraph is a long list of grievances.
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I counted 18 instances in which the pronoun "HE" was used to initiate an accusation against the King of England. The signers of the declaration left no doubt as to "The Who" of their enemy and "Why" he was so rendered.
In the closing lines of the text, with their backs against the wall and their faces staring in the face of God, it is no wonder that they could say with confidence and faith, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." As we celebrate the 4th of July in 2020, may we, the descendants(Red, Yellow, Black, Brown, and White) of the brave Americans of 1776 think no different and do no less.
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Life should be about happy dancing,
living, loving and romancing.Quote - Poet’s own
Utopia would be a world at peace
Where there is no war and all conflicts cease
With all folk having a place to call home
streets and all places being safe to roam.
Utopia would be land of plenty
No one having a cupboard that’s empty
Where all people were loving and giving
And there was never need of forgiving.
Utopia would be world unity
Freedom to be what one wishes to be
A place where earthly creatures large or small
Aren’t being hunted for profit at all.
Utopia would be same as a bird
Never having to hear an angry word
Free and never being locked up in chains
No tears falling for fears and no constrains.
Utopia would be hands across sea
Joined together in world wide harmony
One day I pray that my dream will come true
Brothers and sisters come pray with me too.
Didactic verse is good for you
No matter what they say.
Constrains your vice till you think twice
Before your morals stray.
It’s literary spinach, yes…
Eat your vegetables in verse:
Avoid all booze, lewd lust refuse
And never ever curse.
A poem must be purposeful
`Else should not exist.
Advise and preach—best bards beseech
Temptations you resist!
Microscopic observations on display,
Subatomic collisions, violently exploding into the next phase,
Uploading word combinations on this holy day,
Through consciousness and biochemical ways,
Into an array of influential thoughtful wordplay,
With no ignorance to lead astray on this written page,
Is this just hearsay and staged within our systems cage,
We easily disengage as inner rage circulates through our veins,
Because fear has been ingrained and taken over our brains,
Daily life easily draining inner accomplishments and gains,
Governments and social movements creating stressful strains,
The tricks within the matrix keeping us locked within chains,
So remove yourself from the constrains,
And get onto this subatomic campaign.
Because this is knowledge and power inscribed and applied,
Ignoring curiosity is magnified intellectual suicide,
Ignorance or awareness, you need to choose a side,
Put aside ego and pride,
It’s unjustified,
So I’m going to tell you my opinion of why……
This world is full of lies, yes so many deceitful lies,
The current ties of spirit and flesh solidifies,
Forgetting self is what occupies our present sense of I,
These word combinations are to teach you to look to the minds eyes,
From now to the day you die,
Try to apply what’s being described,
So be wise, go and mentally scribe like a rabbi,
And always give thanks to the universe that’s always nearby.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 23.4.2016
I WISHED MY PEOPLE KNEW THIS!
MY PEOPLE COMPLAIN LIKE THEY WERE FED WITH CONSTRAINS
SO MANY CORRUPT LEADERS DECEIVING THE YOUTH WITH THEIR WORDS LIKE PROPANE
THE YOUTH SNIFF THEM AND GET ADDICTED LIKE COCAINE
SO NURTURED WITH THEIR DOGMATIC MENTAL SLAVERY THEY WILL KEEP DESTROYING THE FUTURE THAT WE CAN’T CONTAIN
I BELIEVE THE YOUTH WILL RISE UP ONE DAY AND FIGHT EVERY CORRUPT HEART WITH MUCH PAIN
I WISHED BOB WAS ALIVE TO REWRITE HIS “REDEMPTION SONG” BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE USE IT FOR MY CAMPAIGN
ON ALL LIGHTS AND LET’S SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR US TO POP CHAMPAGNE
LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM WHERE NKRUMAH TOLD ME THAT WHEN HE TOOK A LOOK AT AFRICA NOW, HE GOT SAD BUT WITH MY WORDS HE WILL SUSTAIN
EVEN AFTER MISUSING OUR TAXES, THEY FORGET TO FEED THE CHILDREN IN SOMALIA BUT I WILL CUT DOWN MY LAST PLANT AND FEED THEM WITH PLANTAIN
WHEN WE MAKE EVERY VISION AT NIGHT AND DRAMATIZE EVERY REALITY IN THE MORNING
WE MAKE FOOLS OUT OF FOOLS WHO WILL BRING NO FOOD FOR THE FOLD
THEY CAN SPIT ON MY GRAVE BUT THE TRUTH WILL BURN THEM DOWN EVEN IN THE COLD
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum
struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly
Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment
A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills
such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty
liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony
freedom is premium!
The creepy crawly things within,
the corridors of our mind.
That invades the mind, keeps us up at night.
The conscious fight,Is but a waste of time
the needless struggle to paint our smile
For the judgement of the colour within a mile
Is the obviouse reality that bathe in the thoughts' of man
I but a result of natures doing,
the content of stigma
When every day i leave like in a comma
They say am free on paper
Thier eyes that chain me later
No one sees my pain.
It lies within my name
Then i bore thier stains
But life still had it constrains
Differences stuffed in a bucket of race
When you look at me what do you see?
The lies told by your fathers past or the present drawned in pity of my ancestors task
To proove we all are equal; but how ?
Was i born in chains by the character of my person
Or the construct of the society and bad lessons
No history of man in ink
Not by my doing, i think
When i pray for days with cake
That constant struggle that keeps me awake
Will jingle like a bell in wait
For those tides that makes the boats to sale
Is but a true thought they wouldnt face.
By Lekene Paul
I walk through shadow, my head bowed low
Thoughts of children suffering from hunger pangs,
Little tots that circumstances won’t allow to grow
In faraway, desolate lands where it seldom rains.
With the world’s wealth, what is it that constrains
Our realizing the depth of despair of dying slow,
For lack of the necessities of life: water, grain
I walk through shadow, my head bowed low.
Surely with all our knowledge, we ought to know
What to do to fertilize those stretches of dry plain,
The power of an ounce of compassion can show
Thoughts of children suffering from hunger pangs.
Ponder the petty conditions that make us complain
Most of us never feel life in our arms ebb and flow,
Or experience dire hardships only nature explains
Little tots that circumstances won’t allow to grow.
I have been to countries where the dry winds blow
Daily subsistence is more crucial than who reigns,
Owning a sparse-producing land that one can hoe
In faraway, desolate lands where it seldom rains.
From our abundance enough their lives to sustain
Enough of our surplus to relieve some of their woe,
Giving them the knowledge so they can maintain
As a result, a blessing to see their faces glow,
I walk through shadow.
Written November 23, 2022
a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ
there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about
yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight
so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love
the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.
Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
8 years old and friends with reality
Lost my innocents at a time that was too early.
And though I was always afraid of the night,
at 8 I learned monsters can walk in daylight.
He never should have touched me.
Fast forward
At 14 I met an older boy online and I thought about him all the time
but turns he didn't like me for my mind.
Fast forward.
15 I met a boy who loved me in return
but when I denied his desires for intimacy he was very hurt
and I felt nothing but guilt.
I caved for he wanted more
and who was I to make him cry over something so... normal.
Fast forward.
18 I was the youngest person there,
that I'm pretty sure..
I quickly gave into the party atmosphere.
I had to much to drink and I barely remember these two events that link but I do remember
that they knew better.
One was older "wiser" so he's much more to blame
because the other boy to play this game had much more deserved this fame.
Fast forward
20. Boyfriend number two, college is where things happen.
Though I know his heart was in the right place, that night had no sense of grace.
I was broken. Do I let myself hurt with words unspoken or do I tell myself
there is nothing you can do now.
I often wonder if it's because I am small, adaptable and kind?
Maybe you can push me down but you can't push my feelings aside.
Why should I have to ask any guy to respect the rights I was born with?
Should I be punished for being trusting and caring, traits my parents always had in mind
When they wanted their little girl to face the world they wanted her to have love sublime.
Now a lampshade constrains me and for that I cannot fully shine
but life's moving fast forward and it's not one we can rewind.
Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains:
Commitments and responsibility,
Obligations to colleagues and family,
Conformity to society’s morality,
And everything else that constrains.
Alone in a crowd, surrounded by invisible bars.
Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear.
Already been there, might just as well stop here.
Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars
And everything else that leaves scars.
Is there a reflection when I look in the glass?
Are there footprints when I walk on the grass?
When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall?
Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible?
Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right?
I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive.
Is this all there is, just trying to survive?
I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive,
And barely remember the light.
Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass?
Were there footprints where I walked on the grass?
When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall?
Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.