Best Jailers Poems

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I see them all rise to an endless sky.
Tumbling burnt pages from raging fire,
To leave ash of closer, to pacify.
A single deep breath near flaming pyre.
To see destruction with a silent face.
My eyes will cry when my soul is reborn,
And melts love's charade without a...

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There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
    till Death its message sends.
They built a country... fought its wars, 
    giving everything...

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I was inspired to write this poem because of the true nature of this brave Holy man, St Valentine. It tells the story of courage, compassion and resilience in the face of adversity but above all it is a love story. Love is eternal, it...

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My hands hold the bars
I’m a good prisoner
Hoping to be let out for good behaviour 
Head down
not meeting my jailers eyes

At night when the lights are off
When the moon is in the sky
When men cough and moan in the darkness
I reach through the bars towards...

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I walk in a busy street, happy faces everywhere
Coats buttoned tight against the cold,
Stomachs full, warm shoes on their feet.
They don't know.

My grandparents limped through the streets
Cold, starving, wearing tattered coats.
Barefoot in Germany in winter, for a crime of birth
Convicted by fear, jealousy and hate.

It...

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Each time I raise my gaze to the night sky,
A million stars stare back, shedding happy tears of light.
And I cannot but stare back in delight,
Wondering which one of them holds your great soul.
Tell me, Old Nelson, do they--these stars--still shine upon 
you?

Heaven should grant...

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Send the convicts to the jails -
Local jails! -
What a world of confinement as their court case fails
Hear the jingle, jingle, jingle
Of the handcuffs as they walk
Now with men they only mingle
They may as well be single
Doing time, time, time,
For a thoughtless bungled crime
As their...

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Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by...

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The Cook is Typhoid Mary 

By Elton Camp

Some folks who most think are real
Are myths, as scrutiny will reveal.
Too bad that we have been so fooled.
In England, King Arthur never ruled.

But others who are real enough
Are thought to be fictional stuff.
Typhoid Mary is a case...

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Forever forgive me
For my one and only iniquity
Please forgive me
With forbearance eternally

Lots of anger and lust
Got a hold of me…
So, I must...oh, I must…
Set my soul free

Forever forgive me
Determine my footsteps to the light
Emotionally unhappy
Intervene in my life with utter delight

Acknowledge me please for trying...

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when I heard 
Miss Piggy laugh,
on those days ?
I would be OK 
between the oceans
of pain, we had paddled
to meet 


plastic bags of magic
hanging from fishing poles
wheeled in, by flying nuns


with blessings 
of water and love, 
we divined ways to forget, 
the moments in minutes...

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Red hue adorns the western sky
As the blazing sun descends
Tears fall freely from my eyes
Prayers stifled, as daylight ends

Frightened and alone, in this cell
Sleep would bring welcome relief
From the fear, beginning to swell
Testing my will, testing my belief

Judas Iscariot, was my betrayer 
Jealousy and greed,...

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A true advantage
Is to be angry with your head
And not your heart.
This is how good men win wars,
And smart women win arguments.
And this is the story 
Of how I finally learned the difference.

Darkness lit by bright green bulbs
Reveals a thousand mouths,
Taped and caged.
And while bound,...

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PRAISE ELISHA'S GOD IN HEAVEN!


"Go dip in the Jordon", he said;
The prophet who must surely be mislead,
But after travelling to Israel,
I will test this cure though it fail.


ONE


I dipped myself in that dirty trickle
Laughing to think God's favour so fickle,
As to above the rivers of...

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She'll be rather willing to be burnt
on the stakes forgotten
than sleep and wake in the jailers chains
watching her purpose gather up dust.
Rake her charred remains
heap upon heap among others
that died trying
She'll smile till the last, pleased.

Call her weak and wait but a week for a...

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