Best Jailing Poems
I tried to fly without white wings
I cried inside with soul dying
Broken spirit broken dreams
Can you hear it my black heart screams
I was asleep and yet awake
Nightmares so deep they escape
The well in me the hell in me
Tormented spirits keep jailing me
I hide my heart in my shoe
Like it is money or gold’s fool
I walk around limping in pain
For I hate sun and love the rain
For sun makes clear all shadows
I’d disappear like a haunted ghost
Ever so near to holy hope
Depression is weird like me you know
Glassy eyes from teal tears fried
My heart broken my insides tied
Into burnt knots of mahogany
Lost in thought my glassy wings
In these perplexing days, I look around and lying seems to be the norm a political storm with high officials who cannot solve the nation's debt.yet *********** is protected by law. Safe places for investments are rare. Does anyone care? Our justice system is no longer just. Nations at war over spiritual lust. Families, friends, the ones who claim your trust are people who often hurt you the worst, so badly it makes clean lips want to curse. terrible plague of deadly diseases. Fornication these to abortion, adultery is a scandal that leads to family's broken in calamities. Moral degeneracy need to a decline of spirituality. refusing to abstain from drugs and alcohol has brought untold woes to billions, this wicked epidemic is jailing people each day in the millions. our schools are teaching our children how to have sex outside marriage, rather than teaching them how to get into college. I know you have heard the saying " What you don't know won't hurt you" when the reality is what you don't know will harm you. Because ignorance is expensive. Wars have been started because of lies, and people have fought on the side of fools who don't know the truth. At the expense of lost live, families torn apart, money that funds these wars, and anger, revenge on the lips of those who lost hope in God.
Aman
Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark
Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples
Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans
Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope
Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace .....................
RAID ON AIDS
Methuselah’s age, wisdom produce
Longevity a dream comes true
Humanity, cuts a perfect picture
Our existence, evolved in pleasure
A good life, mortals must treasure
Be very shrewd, to mark a measure
Riotous life, concludes your closure
By a dove’s wisdom, uphold a future.
Productivity groans in decline
Man’s extinction draws its line
A universal pandemic, in every clime
Reckless mortals, faintly holds to time
Time ticking, the end is bleak
Many a robust dream fades in a leak
Can we then pitch a niche at the peak?
A many vision with hearts, it breaks
The very raid, is coming from aids
A careless lay, you are sealed with aids
Jailing the libido, then be spared the raid
Raid on aids
Not just an African affair
With a universal sense, all must be fair
This fight involves, plenty conscious pair
The rampaging aids is not a friend
Yes! Viciously a means to an end
Let’s unleash a raid on aids,
Indeed the monstrous aid is on the raid
The aids raid may put up a scare
Raid on aids, let’s charge in offense
A surprise attack, it beats a retreat
Raiding the monster, will save our world
A whole new world free from its raid
Moral adherence, tames this beast
Abstinence pairing fidelity makes the champion
Be very smart, guarding your loins club.
One casual adventure, will perhaps seal your fate
I dare, but ask?
Should we raid the aids?
Who can dare its geometric raid?
Aids indeed, deserves the raid
For humanity sake, lets put paid on the aids
An all out war against the aids
A raid on aids, will aid the world
Raid the aids, only not on the pages
Actors war better on stage
Let’s wear rage,
And confine it, to its cages
So humanity will leave through the ages.
A dedication to humanity’s global fight against the deadly scourge, AIDS,
Author: the Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
[email protected];
+2348037825027.
Written: 1/12/2007, 10:45am – 2:10pm
Transmogrify the sensationalist
An astute ableism of absolution and idiocy
Divine demeaning meanings demoralizing democracy
Through persuasive procrastination and promiscuity
Festering fragmented feelings forgiven for failing
Jailing juveniles jealously just for jokes
Writing worrisome wit without witnesses to worry
Original orange and ornate operations
While whittling away wisdom in the White House
Tear apart traditionalism and tribalism
Innocent eyes are protuberant eyes
Observing awful atrocities at times absently
Transmogrify the sensationalist
That sensationalist is now president
Sitting on a throne of falsities and blatant lies
Reject form and comprehension of standardized realities
Garnish lies with a touch of fear
And it's gourmet for the uneducated
Saunter and swagger through scandal
All the while destroying those who granted you platform
Normal is abnormal and abnormal is normal
Forget saving the system we must destroy it
And build it back up from scratch
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP AMERICA
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
Transmogrify the sensationalist
And even the devil blushes
Transmogrify the sensationalist
By waking up America
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
It's time to wake up, America!
In spite of the choice that I made to be wed
The call of the sea was the voice in my head
The wreck of a ship that I bought on a dare
Was ripe for a trip with a little repair
I gathered a crew from the worst of the lot
The pirates I knew in the way I was taught
A bunch of old sailors who fought with a sword
In search of a ship and a captain aboard
We packed a few things and the men were alright
To fish on the strings of the stars overnight
The King's Royal Navy was somewhere in port
And we were the kind who they hunted for sport
The evening was cool with a touch of the breeze
Which filled up our sails and pushed us with ease
No ships were in sight as we set our own course
To conquer the night with the lightest of force
Then one of the men who I thought was the best
Was searching the sea from the top of his nest
When suddenly something he knew that we feared
Was captured by him in the flag that appeared
He knew that our ship was designed as a hoax
For scaring young sailors and female folks
He called to his mates who were cautiously sick
To think that the Navy was on to our trick
The wind in our sails was hardly a storm
And somewhere the fog was beginning to form
The danger we sighted decreased in the mist
Perhaps they decided to cease and desist
But just when the danger was seemingly past
The King's Royal Navy appeared with a blast
They fired their cannons and blew us to bits
My ship was disabled by too many hits
I thought to surrender by all that I saw
But why was the Admiral so quick on the draw?
And what was the purpose in jailing my crew
When they were just sailing with nothing to do?
We stood by and watched as the Navy approached
I felt like an egg that was already poached
When something upsetting appeared in my scope
That caused me to cry and to give up my hope
The devil's own daughter who did as she willed
Was holding the head of the man that she killed
She captured his ship and the hearts of his men
To come after me and to kill me again
But when she was near with the navy in tow
To capture my ship and to lay me a blow
She did not foresee what so few can survive
My good friend the whale had swallowed her live!
Voluntary blind
I can tell you why, if you want to know
I can show you how, if you are willing to try
I can teach you easily, If you decide to become responsible
It is not easy, but anyone can try
I see them, but feel nothing
Touching them, but have no call
Watching them moving, but I am like sleeping
If you ask me why, my kids’ future is in my mind
They are prettier than mine, but don't have my attention
Better educated and have to offer, they force me to act
But my heart is far away and my feeling is jailing
I am a voluntary blind to save my marriage
I want to save it for my kids’ future
I am engaging with God to be there for them
As he was killed to save my soul
I am voluntary handcuffed
To not using my hands because they can put me in trouble
I keep my eyes, voice, hand, knowledge, and body freezing
To save my promise to the one that I love
I am a voluntary blind to manly live not use
We have taken up arms
Against what has been rejected
Inoculated ideology
To prevent perfection from being infected
All energies focused on creating
A world promised, yet not attained
Hiding sins and transgressions
By jailing the saints
Cycle after cycle set to repeat
Medal adhered, firmly, to the feet
Ride on, brother and sister
....ride on
But try to make it count
Reason every season
Walk the talk
To reveal what LIFE is all about
Outside, in depth
Everywhere you go
Exposing or hiding
Someone will always know
....secrets
It is the fear of what will be
That holds the power of what we see
...as true
Perception of self, destroyed
Identity, armed and deployed
...as worthless
So tired of the fight
Just wanting to be known, in life
Fully embraced and accepted
Judgment pulls the lure
Invites and adjures
To idealize the perfected
....idol
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-04-2023
Destined to repeat
yet another jailing to the hot rail
trip to an off-sale
on one last hunt for the grail
Booze from the gallery
drowning in a desperate plea
unchanged as Mr. Derange
stitches up a web for thee
As if someone put a lock on my brain
jailing my thoughts and words
caught by the guards trying to escape
prolonging their stay
Stuck behind bars of mental scars
confined to their cell
taunted by numbers and equations
being feed letters and punctuation
through open slots in metal doors
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty,
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad
I see the Glock 17 Semi-automatic Pistol which shoots from the hip before you blink
I see the Mossberg 500 shot gun, if it kills you, you die
Another M2 Browning .50 caliber heavy machine gun, held by the fed
The AK 47, whose history is grave
And many bloodstained weapons
They have come to arrest the chicken thief
He stole it, killed it, cooked it, exhibit!
They will hand him over, in tatters
The judge will be jailing
The Warden will be waiting
The radio will be reading
The Minister means
Security this time
Tell me, I pray
What will the thief offer the paid-up police, like the governors do?
What will the thief offer the tired judge, to kill the grudge like the Directors do?
What will the thief offer the curious editor, to kill the story like the Chiefs do?
What will the thief offer the giant warden, to spare the rod like the Managers do?
What will the thief offer the Minister, to look away like the Ministers do?
The Police are everywhere
The thief will offer
The cooked Chicken
To the Police today
Writing with a blue pen
Want to write
but I don't know
What words to use
In describing brutality
I bleed with a deep pain
From a seen of wickedness
How can they
beat up my sister like dat
For no reason
They claim to be soldier
Of cos soldier of shame
Treating a mother
like a slave
I swear not to hate
But not with this
I glow in anger
As I write
Who is you that have a right
To dear touch a woman
Coward oh fool
Just becos you wear a kaki jacket
Makes you feel, superior
And above all other people
Oh fool of no sence
I wish I can beat you till coma
I wish you were never born
You do what ever evil that suite you
to the people
Blowing, kicking, flogging,
Above all jailing for no reason
I know the day
you where born
Was curse
And if you fail to change
You will die so curse
Here you see
is better you where not born.
Note
I saw my sister brutally beaten up, by soldier for nothing,
The brutality of police and army soldier in Africa got to stop.
That is the motive of this writing.
Her wings are sublime, fluttering about,
From blue to an indigo plum,
Filling her world with a delicate shade,
Filling the void with her hum,
Then she lands on her perch, her small wooden perch,
She sits with an unblinking gaze,
And looks to the world that she could’ve loved,
To the forests and beaches and waves,
But her mirror tells the story to her every day,
Her mirror shows the maid she became,
With the cage in her head jailing this bird,
Imprisoning her will and her name,
And nobody knows she’s a beautiful bird,
Locked up for the rest of her life,
To everyone she’s the tame predictable one,
The mother, the maid, she’s the wife.
Written for Silent Ones contest "One last tear". Written and published on 4th February 2019.
Ranked 2nd
could not sleep at night
thrilled to wake and play around
in and out of rooms
as though gems hidden and found
nights merriment resurrected
smiles laughs howls screams shouts and yells
star gaze in summer
recounting and accounting
quilt nights of winter
licking fresh dew drops of spring
butterfly watching catching
picnics to stations
filled with hills and mountain range
playing on meadows
plucking all barred flowers strange
when caught hid behind mother
gathering sea shells
banking them as though gold coins
counting them daily
adding them into bead-joins
wearing like a clown
playing police-thief
arresting little culprits
acting like jailing
taking them to hill summits
to shoot them there from
cries to go to school
coming back happy and thrilled
hating to read books
running out to play joy-filled
coming back ready to sleep
countless memories
how much I could go on with?
I should now cut short
I express only herewith
longing to re-live them all
18 August 2022
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
No one to say
captivity
brutal torture
starvation
forced civilization
abuse
manipulation
evil impurities
calamities
are an existence in our reality
nowadays
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
depression
anxiety
murders and murderers
lies
wars
riots
destruction
corruption
killings
exploitation
this is our reality
in the third world
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
Intimidation
evil authorities
stealing
money laundry
gun shots
assassination
unjustified jailing
inflation
poverty
discrimination
isolation
is all we get after
our political election
is true yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
child abuse
drug addiction
the homeless
illiterate
jungle justice
frustration
confusion
pollution
illness's
disease
is the reality in our
poor community
called the ghetto
is hard to bear
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
I wonder why
the lips of the son
and daughters of africa
remain silent
I ask an old wise man
why this silence
he was silent too
but walked me up
to a large grave yard
then he point
to the grave
starring into my eyes
saying
those why have a say
was soon cut off
of life
if you say the truth
you will have your
part on one of this
grave
so I realise
the fear of life
was the author
of the silence
no wonder
despite the humiliation
yet their is still
no one to say