Best Emancipating Poems
"The Emancipated"
See all the pretty words
perched on a tongue
like singing birds
Anagnorisis from
the Poetic Aristotle
effecting affectations
from the fangs
a cutting
100th monkey
Sting the truth
like a bee sipping nectar
kissing blooming minds
masked in soliloquay
lines of perdition
beckoning mushrooms
atomic fusion
drunken swallows
all sing in flattering discord
ribbons of melting harmony
red bolsheviks in their own time
tightly strung emancipating
crumbs of such simple
knowledge
found in golden maize of Rhyme
The Cherry Orchard
It is sold
In their final days
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
The Naughty Pen
She loves my naughty pen
Little wonder why her bunk shook
The last night I visited
Between the boards of her heart my verses are vast
Written with unspoken words
Littered with love language
Only her heart can decode
The naughty pen’s code
She loves my naughty pen
Because of its beautiful rhymes
The reverie of having my pen made her snore
As we snore
I swim through her imaginations
Exploring and emancipating her innermost
Conquering her doubts
Surpassing her body
Plowing the unknown
Building fences around her garden
She loves my naughty pen
And my pen love her I swear
But I hope she won’t stone my pen to death
For its naughtiness
Even if she does
My pen shall resurrect on the third day
Because no stone can kill true love
She kissed my naughty pen
Like a mother whose child needs lullaby
Caressing my innocent lips with her wet lips
As a baby pen, I cuddled between her two tender layers
Standing between her chest
The baby pen sucks her milk
Thus making her sobbed, saying; ‘crazy baby’
The sand hill stood straight, pleasure mixed with imagery
Dragging the night into an endless quest of possibilities…
Possibilities encoded with lyrics
I gave her my naughty pen the last night we met
Now, she is accusing the lyrics of my pen of being naughty
And yet, she is smiling all the way, asking for naughtier pen
Is it a crime to express my innermost feeling?
Is it a crime to build true imagery and fantasy?
Is it a crime that the mental state of my pen’s imagination is naughty?
Is it a crime that my pen loves her; and she loves my pen much more?
Much more because the frequencies of her heart beat is stronger than Rhythm FM
To my bosom friend
My naughty pen loves you
Stop acting shyness
Shyness is for the weak at heart
My pen is ready to go hungry for a century to proof this;
Ready to surmount Mount Everest for you;
Ready to blow you kisses when the night is dark and fear arises;
Ready to stand by you when the arrows of life rail at you;
Ready to cover you when the night is cold and cruel
Ready to make you feel like a woman
Ready to forgive and forgive, and forgive…
I love you….the naughty pen
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
Written by Awoh Kingsley
October 19th, 2012.
The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Let’s take a ride, how about traveling, to outer space,
Just accept anything’s possible, it’s our cosmic chase,
Moving faster than light speed, in the blink of an eye,
Unleash your imagination, laws of physics, don’t apply,
Maybe stay closer to home, getting carried away,
Not that it’s impossible, Probably better this way,
I bid to free your mind, open up Pandora’s box,
Some controlling egotist, may be keeping locked.
Might think this is fantasy, I promise you not,
Keeps us unrestrained, from an imperious lot,
Rather we’d stay stupid, believe everything’s fine,
Brainwashed all our lives, left to tow the line.
Too many gaslighters, out for personal gain,
Call us troublemakers, having gall, to complain,
I am not preaching, just offering sound advice,
Keep your independence, for life’s full of choice.
Well thank God for google, if needing a little help,
Press a few touchscreens, a tonic within itself.
Always some caveats, beware of computer trolls,
Half decent firewall, should suffice on the whole.
Is too much knowledge, really a dangerous thing,
Worse than owning shotguns, barely aged sixteen,
I agree in some cases, ignorance truly is bliss,
Only if comforting, from the inevitable abyss.
Many poets shone light, on history’s darkest times,
Obscure aficionados, emancipating reality with rhyme,
Fighting nightmarish wars, writing obituaries home,
Bleeding ink upon paper, never flinching in their tone.
Others encapsulate landscape, frozen in winter snow,
How they portray nature, this rhymster will never know,
Beautiful form of art, smashing out from all restraints,
Poets you set me free, lest my tribute is mundane.
By
David Kavanagh
Pain in the prophecy of wings through sultry sky
Orchestrating vision, love, destiny
Emancipating the tongue to tattle tales taloned with grief
Triumphing in truth to tumult another joy
Reel all poets in, glistening on a silver sliver of string
Yearning to for a final travail, immortality on wing.
Please God, tonight, dry her tears
Oyster her heart in your love
Eternal comforter of cares
Mystic center of the universe, a dove
Perpetual are music mustering our minds to sing
Overtones from the litany of emotions
Easeless wonder, sacrifice, oblation, offering
Tremulous thunder eastering devotions
Sweetly from the ragged anthems of our gift.
M……………..Majestically moving melodies
U………………Utterly unsurpassing unity
S………………Seductively serenading senses
I……………….Infinitely invigorating independence
C……………..Calculatingly charming compositions
L………….... Lovingly liberating lyrics
O…………….Openly ordering orchestrations
V.............Voluptuously vibrating visitations
E……………..Ethereally emancipating emblems
R……………..Rhythmically resonating romance
A music lover till the day I die...
A music lover...now you know why!
Perspectives and points of view....
The Apostle Paul once said that if one were to look upon himself as merely that of
Flesh and Blood then, they would be greatly mistaken amid their near and far Perceptions
This battle within ones own Sightful volitions?!
For though We walk in the flesh as such, We do not war amongst these matters of futility....
Yet, rather, Our weapons are mighty unto the pulling down of Strongholds by, "Grace," given ~
And although We may tarry in this body of woe; cast unto this place and earth; Times
We are not of this world; wherein such Profound absolute "Truth," shall soon be Revealed!?
Unveilings within, the Wonderous twinkling of an eye....
No, We shall forever walk boldly Adorned in these Bejeweled Vestures; awaiting
Faiths chalice of "Loves Promises" thus, Poured; benighted, Spirits of Righteousness
"Holy;" as then We rise from the Ashes of memory, to take hold of Immortalities
Quintessence of Perfection; Infallibly made to slay the dragons of past....
Nailed to a "Crucifix" of, Everlasting Born?!
Still, for now within part, let Us groan aside most all of "Creation," as, We hold fast unto
The "Omnipotent Caressing Hands" of; Our Destinies ~
Painted upon the Emancipating Canvas' afore ever there were but even, "One Star"....
Before the Chambers and the Beams; the Oceans, the Mountains, and, the "Dreams"
Far, far away and Beyond, the ebbs of a flowings, Once upon a time!?
Standing at the Throne; "He," They and I; "Alpha and Omegas," Crowns of "Light" ~
Hearts of Cardinal Colours; swords no more; Eternities Heirs at, "Neverendings, Door"....
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...."The Prince of Tides"
Lost in the labyrinth of your loveliness
L ost in the labyrinth of your loveliness
O bscured obstacles can never obstruct my
V ision of your elegance and graciousness
E ffortlessly effusing and enlightening and
L iberating my mind, inspiring my heart and soul
I ntuitively knowing and satiating my every desire
N eed and want, emancipating negativity and
E liminating all disillusioned and disquieting thoughts
S plendidly sophisticated in your stunning simplicity
S oftly and silently satisfying my spirit and soul.
John Derek Hamilton
January 15, 2016
“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands
Now we murder one another, for the right to shackle two hands
Where were the voices, emancipating your values from skin
Taking the glory from generals, immortalized by crimson sin
Lives were railroaded, as Kansas bled into a Missouri stream
Bodies buried in the compromise, of a transcontinental dream
Was it a War of Secession, or a rebellion of recourse
Fire-eaters scorching, an abolitionist’s civil discourse
600,000 lost, tangled in the matted wool of the rancid free
One Bloody Shirt cleansed, by Sherman’s March to the Sea
Do you still hear their viscid screams, clinging to the charred air
Mottled faces crying, broken by artillery soaked fields of despair
Gettysburg shook, as corpses crumbled under death’s rolling gait
The tide had turned, but war only recognizes one ephemeral state
I have heard of leaders, speaking on the residue of tyranny’s grave
Reconstructing a widow's faith, eulogizing the sacrifice of the brave
So why do we proudly remember, how you outmaneuvered harm
Stonewalling the Constitution, before sadly losing your "right arm"
**NOTE** The first line of the poem is a quote from Confederate General
Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, as he lay dying from a mortal wound at the battle
of Chancellorsville. Upon learning of his greatest commander's death, General
Robert E. Lee somberly responded that it was as if he lost his "right arm".
i once met a young aspiring poet
whose love for the art had drove
him passionately insane with the colour silver.
i met him on a street rampage shouting out his
emancipating parable of shiny silver rings
sparkling with a deep red hue ,oddly spoiling in rust from blood thirst
and out in the clear ,in concealment of human ignorance
a sinister nemesis slowly weaves his hate into ropes,
his hands of fate to stir our minds his path.
thus the pain of the living
the pain is living .
Swirling conscience
twirling,endless motions
infinite commuting commotion
tranquil,sweet Mother nature serene peaceful scenes
disquieted murmur of clouded dreams
swimming with trepidation in the worlds murky sea
obviously forgetting natures high's, and beautiful trees
noisy ruckus, anxiety ridden uncivilized under sea
feeling's for emancipating for needs
beautiful, pristine of nature will agree
enticing, alluring, seductive, she wants your peace
imprisoned mind's cannot see what beauty lies for our smothered souls too see.
When accidental
auroras stroll along
the pale highlights of
camouflaging corpses
and death blossoms
in vulturous hearts of
dreadful puppets,
she always holds
pixie dusts of
strawberry seeds within
october's obsidian quartz.
Gaze beyond those
glass-stitched horizons,
as she cracks the
carmine cocoon of
judgemental juxtapositions
and transforms
carbon-coated
milliseconds to
magenta-gold
pronunciation of
peaceful phrases.
She is a silken
cream-dove,
floating above
murky musings of
redolent rhinestone-
reveries.
As prismatic primroses
shall cleanse every
sin from the witching
spellbook, she will waltz
in whispering lulls of liberty,
emancipating from
chloroform-stained
chains of blood-
scented blames.
Her sunflower-shield
and aurous
summer-sword of
amber poesy
can slice spicy
silhouettes of
graphite goblins,
she will never
surrender to those
misinterpreting
megalomaniac minds,
who twirl along
masquerading rivulets
of manipulative
assumptions.
She is the shiniest roar
above grimoires of grief,
like an 'unassailable purity',
washing away
emerald exhales of pain,
who mutes each cosmic
raven's lament and
distils russet-white-lilies with
her alchemical aroma.
May 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 6-9
Key Verse – Psalm 6:2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY MERCIFUL HEALER
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your timely enlightenment
Thank You for encouraging me to treat my vexed soul’s ailment
Enabling my eyes to see Your holiness against worldly allurement
Every time I give my supplication of prayer-predicament.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your sure deliverance
Thank You for enveloping me with Your peace of great assurance
Energizing my soul upon Your gentleness’ endurance
Every time I lift up to You my trust’s exuberance.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your honourable integrity
Thank You for establishing me upon Your righteous authority
Escorting my faith by Your defending security
Every time I praise You in Your majesty.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your holy name
Thank You for educating me by Your truth’s strengthening frame
Edifying my mind with Your glorious teachings’ fame
Every time I strive to excel while relying on Your grace I freely claim.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your unfailing goodness
Thank You for emancipating me enslaving slothfulness
Emboldening my courage to declare Your graciousness
Every time I humble myself before You with meekness.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your wise prescription
Thank You for evaluating me to check my work’s faulty execution
Evoking my expectation of Your promised eternal glorification
Every time I do my best to serve You with earnest devotion.
Lord God, You are my merciful Healer along Your granted welfare
Thank You for exposing me to my pride causing grievous despair
Expanding my determination to seek Your forgiveness I must share
Every time I desire to please You against selfish affair.
May 21, 2023
“free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
Love of raw self is liberating
It is a beautiful thing to esteem
Self actualization is emancipating
Flow within it as healthy blue stream
Tis no accident you are so unique
Wonderfully and fearfully made
Whether in youth or as an antique
Soul you’re in your designated space
It takes all kind of pressure
To make a precious diamond
Often inside we feel amber alone
That’s when we can find HIM
The Curator of our heart of art
The Potter making us pure souls
We are the product of a gracious God
Even if we don’t really yet know
Ignorance can be a bouquet of bliss
Until life becomes bitter and sour
We then find the Creator’s holy kiss
Of love in our most needed hour
The lucky find this in yellow youth
Some discover in maturity of ages
There is no time limit on teal truth
Reflection is in our hearts and faces
When you have a cranberry calling
No agenda you surrender to nature
The path provides like pearls falling
From holy scriptures by saintly Savior
Humbled hearts have no vanity
For fire and life has purple pruned
And despite lavender life’s insanity
We become like the flowers bloomed
So trust the Lord and His process
Life flows on all by itself every day
You are a work of His hazel holiness
Keep this fact in your heart silver safe
“Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent
What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces
which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight
Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light
For not once she palettes a stage of fright
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips
The curtains of the heavens began to lift
for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids
Rosalie, oh, Rosalie!
She enriches one’s future,
She diminishes their past,
She lives her present; from beginning to last
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Her spikes are what prick one’s heart
So emancipating apart
Which devotion comparts
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's delusions?
Or is it just component of revolution;
So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith
Or might it be something to only recall my presence late?
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”