Best In Chains( 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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Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of a stranger, 

Pretending to levitate in sultan’s harem
In glitzy appeal of polygamous mansions
Where she reiterates to sighs of ambivalence--
This used...

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A band of gold
bound them together

At first Sue’s blissfully happy
but little by little
he starts controlling
every aspect of her life
eroding her self confidence
by criticising her appearance
choosing what she should wear
and when she goes out
holding her back
with silken threads

Sue loves her job
but he persuades her to quit...

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WOMAN IN CHAINS.
Remember, when I was ‘the thing?’
When I was a chair, just there, with the remote on your coffee table, the cup of coffee you placed next to it, so you just had to lift your left hand to enable, 
you to reach them;...

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The eyes with chains around the feet,
they can never see the beauty

Beyond the sounds, colors and smell
you get sucked up by the darkness

Sweep away dust and rat feces
the shadows of evil demons

The rainbow is a miracle,
next moment will never come back

Please give life back to...

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Its creation’s simplicity still stands as a difficult puzzle
head is twisted backwards while in a forward motion
still looking behind at the chronicles of some centuries ago
long before the infiltration of Christian missionaries and Arab traders
is the exact factor making its existence seemingly complex.

Foreign politics and...

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Dressed in Chains - The fear of war and the fear of oppression, after all of the violence we need to learn our lesson, we’re standing our ground and protecting our home, protecting the place where our families roam, the war drums sound, their hearts...

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Here, away from the weight of strain
  where domestic thorns are spiked and ripped,
  she entangles her damp hair 
then bares frozen sighs, running barefoot
 along softened meadow grounds;

 her soul cleansed by moonglow's peace, 
  forced not to yield to a...

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Poem from my new blog

I Was Once The Man Locked In The Box
(Tribute Given To Alice In Chains, and Layne Stayley)

 
I was, once a man locked in a box

Begging for a savior smart as a fox

Even better, should my hero be a she

For it...

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Tie me up in chains, tell me submit to your will, knowing that deep down inside it gives me an undeniable thrill
See in a way I am just as sick and twisted as you, because I am asking for you to do things to me...

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Lust is the chain that anchors us,
     forged of thick iron rings
          molded in white-hot flame.

The links tighten as they cool,
     closing the final gaps
   ...

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You sit in shadows to keep your bruises hidden
Woman,  please don't lower your head in sorrow
Bondage of the heart is the shackle you must break
No man has the right to keep you restrained in chains
So hear these words as the lyrics of a healing...

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Cursed at birth, of anguish no dearth
For parents a liability, subject to partiality
Her studies are curtailed, her ambitions derailed
Childhood spent on household chores
Serving males one of her chores

Bound by chain, her childhood is slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...

After marriage another agony begins
Criticised endlessly, hurting words...

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Die in chains or fly

A choice to live or die
A choice is the reason why
A choice considered for a lie
A choice is the destiny eventually by
A choice we don’t have is an eternity denied
A choice is a paradox ironically tied
A choice is no choice but...

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The nagging,
The pushing,
The constant prodding.

You try,
You work,
You make headway,

But it's ignored,
It's not enough,
It's never enough.

You become bitter,
You're angry,
You become morose.

Your will is strong,
You've done your best,
You're clearing hurdles,

But you aren't fast enough,
You aren't strong enough,
YOU are not enough.

The nagging is back,
The fault finding is back,
The...

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