Best Jailer Poems
there are links in chains
that hold the world together
but who holds the key
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Gentle Jailer
Lord to you i send my cry
In such times like these
Who else can we turn to?
We put all our trust in you
Cuz your hand can do all things.
In times of trouble, you save us
In repentance its you who forgives
You are the gentle jailer who sets us free
Everytime we repent truly from our hearts
Bind us tight with your love
Bring us down with meekness
Send us away with your boldness
Bind us with your grace and mercy
And may we never stumble in this world
For your light is the light unto our dark paths
We peep through grated beams in the dark confines,
Kept in chains by the tyranny of audacious jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:
ruining the destinies of million wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,
morons from the days of the colony.
dictators in military attires.
and simpletons kept in power for temporary ease.
our heirloom forced from us by old monsters.
cabals of criminals, greedy goons, men untutored in reputation.
Felons and rapscallion from the military barracks,
too old for modern ideas.
we are burdened along by colonial tyranny,
in a country where destinies are suspended in the gale,
and youths are forced into their own crimes of stealing.
we could not speak our sentiment freely.
we are fettered and riveted by their guns.
The sword above us, tyranny of archaic mind.
dreamy theorist acting as lords over multitudes of docile lots.
men made to cringe and fawn bowing and stooping to the
threatening of their guns.
They armed assassins and sufferers alike,
paid a trifling sum from the proceeds of corruption,
to keep the masses away from them as old baron loot the treasury,
this open prison of fancied freedom,
where marauders employed by the states with a gun to kill,
trans versing the south with AK47/.
terrorist renamed bandits by religious sympathizers.
from the porous borders of North,
comradely of Fanatics and bigots of the sword sect.
Clandestinely overrunning the land.
Freedom is a crime to fools.
those who dares becomes enemy of states.
assaulted by “operation python” dance.
or raided by Lawless DSS.
This is but a Jihad disguised as government.
The road is a trap of death,
we sleep as watchers waiting for the sword.
we starve amidst multitudinous resources,
they Lend to keep us in Bondage.
The crude in the south.
and all the resources are carted away to the North
to pay terrorist.
A state crimes condoned.
we groan,
we dare not speak as their armed assassin are
ready to silence the Voice of Truth.
one more Truth for the Jailer from the North.
the jailor and the prisioner
the addicted and the addict
the enabler and the addict
daughter chooses a crackhead husband
who forbids her to see her family
he beats her
and she stays
because
when he's sober he's great.
I've seen him
He's satan.
There was a sheriff named Andy Taylor
He was also the county's best bailor
Most folks seemed to adore him
Except the crooks were so grim
Guess they knew he was also the jailer
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
April 3, 2022
I’m waiting for the jailer,
A burly drunken sailor,
To lead me to the gallows,
The bloody so n so,
Guilty must I be ,
Of a crime in eternity
Another life was me,
When I strangled Micky Bird,
Was his time to go:)
To suffer wrongly all for naught,
pinned by the ears and silence bought,
ironic pain, a pardon sought,
is death an education...
Yes they are hanging me tonight,
hope the noose can fit just right,
poor ol cowboy is a swinging,
and the crowd are singing, singing,
ol Nick's a waiting, waiting,
for this fella down below....
Don Johnson 19-june-11
A prisoner of my poetry,
a captive of this chair
The air I breathe connects me fast,
this corner now my lair
I take my meals here sitting,
my sleep in naps between
The written and the spoken word,
—both jailer to this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
"We are our very own jailer alone, working together ever-generously and continuing - we are our very own pardon."
"Just what we apply ourselves to - working together, or apart - within the very movement... of this very moment; makes all of the difference towards relative peace, honest freedom, and general harmony, continuing."
Signed: An Anonymous "Friend"
Look into her eyes
What has been just realized
She is trapped within herself
What a small demised
The walls that have blocked her sight
Are walls that her mind has made
... The Mighty Bridge & The Jailer & The Pardon ...
"There is a bridge continuing on into and throughout the moment on into and beyond all, of eternity; and on into and throughout all of infinity, rising up over the very lands of love and hate."
"The heart and the feet and the outstretched arms and ever-helpful hands lead the body continually - where the mind dares never to go - you can always and in all ways; find yourself there."
"Yes, friend, we are our very own jailer alone, working together ever-generously and continually - we are our very own pardon."
"Just exactly what we apply ourselves to - working together, or apart - within the very movement of this very moment; makes all of the difference towards relative peace, honest freedom, and general harmony, together with all of life; continuing on into and throughout the very movement of this moment moving all of life on into and throughout all of eternity, on into, and throughout all, of infinity!"
Signed: An Anonymous "Friend"
A prisoner of my poetry…
a captive of this chair
The air I breathe connects me fast,
this corner now my lair
I take my meals here sitting,
my sleep in naps between
The written and the spoken word
—both jailer to this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Loneliness
trumps anger
as love
wields its sword
No shielding
or armor
will lessen
or ward
Loneliness
a prison
its jailer
within
No ire
or fury
compares
— to its din
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)