Best Jailer Poems

I've become a potato
and my couch is groanin
every time I stand up or sit down
my mind is all hazy
cause I'm gettin lazy
think I've gained about...

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Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not...

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When Azrael* comes knocking, it won’t be with bony fists,
I believe, he’ll be a Doctor, with a cure,
Or a Maiden with her posies, a Knight...

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The aged gypsy woman speaks,
A curses ancient spell, a dark ruins incantation,
From ages long ago,
Beneath the full moons illumination, a single red
Drop of human blood...

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What am I, a product of a mad man's obsession to play God?
A cross breed’s creature between medicine and science?
For the whole of my parts...

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Time’s dark veil floats slowly to Earth
As people of twilight wait for rebirth
A species is stirring, about to take charge  
The men of the...

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Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture

From my...

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They were caught in town preaching The Word
And oh such anger had this always stirred
The magistrates soon had the two taken away
As they were stripped...

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 From me To me….  Rubaiyat

Live and die, live and die;
Let this day pass you by.
Close your eyes, fear no death,
Let your spirit take...

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A jailer has never two similar days
never knowing what will be next
I should know for that's what I do
way back in the days of no...

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I live everyday in a prison cell - trapped
I rattle the bars, but no one can hear
How long can I stay - here?
My thoughts never...

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Who owns my heart dungeon? 
To prison all my lovers
To prison my heart inside my heart
But where is the key? 
Certainly the key is my...

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Now in my decline from a time back then
  I remember the days in a life when I was ten,
when we lived in a...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Give a chance to live.
A chance to express my feelings and thoughts.
DOn't push me to the wall and crucify me
I have done not what others...

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