Best Jailor Poems
I will not be held down
I rise from the pit of ignorance
No longer silent
Stronger than you
I am what you fear
No longer will I be denied
Give me my education
Each day I will come to your door
Knocking till you answer
My time is now
You will not ignore me
I will be heard
I stand with my sisters
An immovable force
This is my time
You may shoot me
Place your foot upon my neck
Yet I will scream
Calling out for justice
I will not stop
My sisters will lift me up
I will spit in your face
My life is not yours to decide
Do not consider this veil as a sign of my weakness
It represents your own
You are no longer my master
Open the school doors
Welcome in all the children
We will be your strength
In the end you will thank us
You will praise God for wisdom
You will gain strength
The winds of change are good
If all are not free you live as a jailor
Brothers are coming to our rescue
Do not be found among the guilty
It is time for change
The time is now
Look up the Movie Trailer for "Girl Rising" the movie inspired my poem.
Categories:
jailor, change, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
in the desolate
solitary hours
when fear trickles down my spine
time is my jailor
closing me behind its doors
isolating my heartbeats
distant from yours
drips following a storm
ping a pattern of rubies
upon my flesh
heat carved runes
tell of lovers set aside
long ago
riddles on the wind
answers unfound
my present twists
into a knotted conflagration
higher
hotter than before
voices from the past rise
and resonate:
‘your heart-pain
bleeds from your words
that love is the umbrella
under which these wounds fester
is that much worse
untangle your heart-threads
from their prison bars
the landscape of your life
must evolve
immerse yourself
and know freedom’
my quest begins now
Categories:
jailor, dark, prison, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
The Gospel
So many feel the gospel turns them away
I hope you truly don't feel this way
The opposite is true and that's a fact
The gospel is here to bring us back
Instead of feeling condemnation's sin
Look at the love that abides within
All have sinned even the very best
There is none better than all the rest
None of us has to die in sin's decay
For God himself has revealed the way
Our salvation is not based on what man
can acquire
The gospel, for who obey, is God's redeeming power
It is God, His Son, and his great love for us
Who only, in his grace, can make us just
The sacrifice, death, burial, and resurrection true
Has provided salvation for all, including me and you
God gave his heart, His only begotten Son
The Son gave his life, for it all to be done
The Spirit calls our hearts to his
saving grace
So you and I can abide in that
heavenly place
Forgiveness is purchased by the shedding
of blood
Being only merited by God's great love
What must I do to be saved was asked
that day
As the Philippian jailor fell on his knees
to pray
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ came the answer sure
Such wonderful words were heard for our sins the cure
Turning to God from our sins: from pride to humility
With faith in Jesus Christ who will save for all eternity
So open that heart and ask him to save and to forgive
And feel the burden lifted as His life in you is lived
No one is excluded from God's mercy as others may say
All who will be saved is included when one bows to pray
To obey the gospel is to hear God's true and powerful voice
Whether or not you listen and heed is your power of choice
So, if you refuse God's love and his saving grace
You've excluded yourself to enter hell's horrible place
He suffered, he died, and he arose again to save our soul
If we would repent and believe and let him make us whole
He shed his blood, he paid the price - why would you condemn
For if we reject his love and his way - how can we accuse him?
Categories:
jailor, analogy, appreciation, blessing, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was just seven, so small
My best friend Jacob, outdid us all
He had a pet Cobra, cool as could be
He forgot to feed it for a whole week you see
So I killed him
When I was fourteen, I went to the zoo
So many animals, all lounging around
Some seemed starved and some seemed week
One poor zebra died right on its feet
So I killed a Zookeeper
When I was twenty one I met a young blonde
We dated and loved and times where great
Her pet Collie so youthful with such playful traits
She left him in the car, the heat at one hundred and eight
So I killed my girlfriend
I am older now, a full mature twenty eight
My neighbor Miss Jennings has a cat we call him Mate
He loves all the felines all over the town
Till Miss Jennings had him neutered the Mate is down
So I killed Miss Jennings
Now I am thirty five and working so hard
At the animal shelter as the night guard
They bring in the wounded, the week and defenseless
All these humans who treat pets with out any senses
So I killed few strangers who mistreated pets
I am forty-two and work for the park
Where they come every day walking their pets after dark
In leashes so tight and bound round the neck
How is the good? Oh what the heck
So I killed all of them too
Now I am forty nine and in county jail
For some serial crimes they accuse me of committing
All I did was love animals, who are they kidding?
I am the hero in this story you all must see?
So I escaped and killed the jailor and now I am free
I have read the local papers; I am on the front page
They want to put me in a prison cage
Oh and there is PETA, who claim me as Saint
I am so proud why I might almost faint
But I kill myself as my final act
To be with the animals I loved till the last
Categories:
jailor, animal, humorous, pets,
Form:
Verse
Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.
When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.
Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on shadowy shelves.
When life's a jailor,
Sleep's the unveiler
Of an inner key...
To set us free.
Sleep's our best friend
At a hard day's end—
Weaver of fantasy... with reality,
Make-believer of what could be...
Sleep's the Great Healer... of you and me.
– Harley White
Categories:
jailor, dream, imagery, metaphor, muse,
Form:
Ballad
I am so tired of forever.
Seems there was something I left behind in another life.
I asked the mirror and the mirror said,
“You can do better.”
There are papers spread across my bed,
Books strewn, open as wide as my eyes at five—
"Where were you last night?"
When she left I barely replied.
I asked the mirror, and the mirror said,
“You’ll rest only when you’re dead.”
I’ve come all this way to sell myself;
I can’t tell you how many selves I’ve killed,
Just to keep from standing still.
How many times I’ve wanted to smash all the high hopes,
The façade,
The box,
The thoughts
That tower god.
I’ve given the keys back to my jailor
In a cell that smothers me with my failure
And beats my nature into a stranger.
How is the pedestal still so very clean?
I watch them kill to snatch their dream
From the hands that rightfully receive;
A Stockholm syndrome of high esteem.
I’ve seen so many knives go in my thigh.
I’ve taken them out with no reply.
We all beseech for that unreachable lie
To the sound of years just dredging by.
But here we are at last.
I stood as the suits opened up the door.
Now that I've made it all this way,
I don’t want it anymore.
Categories:
jailor, career, depression, education, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh say! Under a mischievous sky
A minstrel came singing and seeing me cry
" what are you facing?" Upon seeing me vexed
My soul is afflicted and deeply perplexed
I am charged with writing but cannot lie
Both my words are quitting and my pen is dry
He spoke to my pen, he spoke to my hand
Slowly and gently started to understand
Flashed in black sunlight comes the bird of the sun
Flowers of heaven all birds must be
Lost is her jailor, lost is the key
Standing there naked shedding her cloak
Unashamed her beauty is free-
For eons did man lust after liberty
In swaddling cloth soaked, the blood of the free
Untainted by rumour at half a century
Now painted in colours of contorted nebulae
Explosion of gasses in a smoky melee
Came swirling around and still I stand charged-
Just a moment ago , standing there mesmerized
Of the grandeur of you in the fluid of my sight
This bird must take flight, this truth I must write
Over these hills and meandering river-
Until she finds you, this is for Heather
Categories:
jailor, appreciation, dedication, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Every day the news by best jailor
Since my hours run fast through the sweat
To put comas in the bills every month
And fill the never full belly engine
In the midst of the crowd they said
That’s why I wonna see and hear it myself
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President
You said you are the head we form the rest
Guess at the nails you will easily locate me
You start the heading we complete the essay
You alone with your men its cumbersome
You need the millions to move the rail
For our coin to strengthen against the dollar
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President
It’s a bit hot and greasy down here
Our sweat mixed creates killing bugs
Take your coach and listen Mr. President
A list from my local club slowly unveiled
Maybe you can roar from the high seat
And scare the bugs itching our skin
So from your coach listen Mr. President
Our mothers still die on the hallways
Nurses say you stingy for their quality
That private clinic they all labour there
And in your general place, their pity serves
Our babies are examples for best idiots
For classes too congested for one teacher
From your coach listen Mr. President
Other brothers now with sluggish talk and walk
Glue, liquor and puffs been their daily sacrament
No law feared since your men got deep pockets
Uncles killing our fathers for an acre even less
Hearken rural urbanization, I have a degree
For a ranch in favour to dad I will buy
From your coach listen Mr. President
My list is endless and your ears go tire
So the rest I will copy to your deputy
When alone you two wine and dine
Let it top your priority menu
That zealous sleepless citizens you lead
For their country’s love they support you
For a word you say, they work it farther
Off the coaches, lets act Mr. President
Categories:
jailor, devotion, leadership, power,
Form:
ABC
-The Jailor-
a light darken
jailbird misery
What does freedom feel like?
SKAT
Categories:
jailor, dark, dedication, deep, emo,
Form:
Questionku
What's in a name, you say
Is a rose still a rose by any other
And isn't 'Mom' a lot more loving
Than calling her 'Mother'
A name is an occupation, a means to a living
There's Taylor and Saylor, though never a Jailor
There's Carpenter, Brickman and even Ferdman*
Stockman and Lockman -- but as yet no Nerdman
A name's an ideal, a wish for Biblical greatness
There's Moses and Aaron, David and Saul
Esther and Mordecai, Jesus and Peter and Paul
There's Jacob's son Joseph, his technicolor coat
All the rest of his sons ~ Abraham, Martin and John**
Let us come full circle and return to our Rose
There are flowers like Camelia and Amelia Bedelia***
There's Dahlia and Zinnia, Blossom and Bluebell
Jasmine, Yasmina, Violet, Daisy, Hazel and Surapon****
Though all of these names are so pretty, so nice
My two favorite names are 'Sugar and Spice'
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* 'Ferdman' means 'Horse Man'
** 'Abraham, Martin and John' was the name of a Top-10 pop hit, recorded
by Dion DiMucci in 1968
*** Amelia Bedelia is the slightly wacky heroine of a children's book series
****Surapon sneaked in here because I needed a rhyme. The name has
nothing to do with a flower. It is a male name. I know a Surapon who
is an ESL student from Thailand at the University of the Potomac.
His name means 'brave warrior,' (I think)... Oh, well. What's in a name?...
Categories:
jailor, identity, meaningful, people, words,
Form:
Rhyme
If you have not read my "Girl Rising" poem
please read it first. Thanks I appreciate it.
Rise up from your chair
Do not be complacent
Do you not hear your sister
She cries out for justice
Are you being raised to be her jailor
Who has fed you a pie filled with lies
Baked in the pit of hell
Coated in religiosity
Served with justification
The contents poisoning your mind
Destroying your soul
Rise from your chair
Stand with your sisters
Beside them
Not above them
You were not born to be master
Their time is now
Stand on the side of freedom
Education
Equality
That time is now
One day
You will raise daughters
Give them a new world
Filled with possibilities
Limitless
Strength
A world you helped create
All because
You stood
You said
Enough
The time for change is now
Categories:
jailor, change, conflict, for her,
Form:
Free verse
In an exercise of
Psychopathology
Students are told
To find
A safe place
And to go in
My home, your room
In the forest
Under a tree
A hidden cave
Quickly went out
My mind
Crippled and entered
Stayed there
Never ever again
Expected
Older and rumbly
White washed patches
Dirty big walls
Three sides secured me
The heavy iron door
Kept me watched
And locked by the big key
I was safe and slept
Shadows of inmates
Shaded in and out
I was called
To come slowly
Out of the place
Stepped to the door
Was not opened
The jailor or the guard
Was not near by
I was called
Come to the present
And to open my eyes
From closed of my eyes
Tears fell out
Hid it I in
Opened my eyes
Incredible sight
Mind in the cell
Broke the heart
Why did the mind
Go there for a safe
To escape from the death
That was the place
It was not my choice
Time gave the prize
Darken days and nights
Prolonged the life of death
Once in away
Flash back to the past
I am not allowed
To forget my pass
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
jailor, depression, life, memory, pain,
Form:
Free verse
*title is Ralph Waldo Emerson quotation
Enthusiasm often is the reason
behind much-needed change and happiness.
Add zest to common sense and careful planning.
You hold the recipe to great success.
Though just the word “contagious” makes us fearful,
some things we spread are much to be desired.
Just think of how a smile and lively manner
spread through a crowd as others are inspired.
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The Bible speaks of our approach to living.
What gems of wisdom does the Word convey?
Do not be lacking in enthusiasm,
but serve the Lord with fervor* every day.
When Paul and Silas, jailed for their convictions,
sang hymns at midnight, hearers found The Way.*
Good works and labor, do with verve and spirit
to please the Lord; that’s what some Scriptures say.*
*Romans 12:11
Acts 16 Jailor became believer, then family became believers.
The Way—Jesus
Col. 3:23 and Ecc. 9:10, are examples.
June 17, 2020
entered Caren Krutsinger's contest, Write a Poem about Enthusiasm
Placed 2nd
Date: October 20, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Completely Your Choice (30)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
jailor, bible, desire, emotions, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
Adapted from Acts 16:22-31
How long have I been a jailor here,
And from these men this is what I hear?
In the midst of their pain they sing and pray
And tell me how I must believe today.
That Jesus Christ was really God’s own Son
And all the things we did to Him were done
So all could have Eternal Life above
And live forever more in God’s great Love.
What if it were true what they say
Is there really more to life than day to day?
I’ve worked hard and tried to do things well
Is that enough to save my soul from Hell?
"At midnight Paul and Silas prayed,
and sang praises to God: and the prisoners
heard them. Suddenly there was a great earthquake,
so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and
immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's
bands were loosed."
At midnight that night I came awake
As suddenly the ground began to quake
To the broken jail I ran hastily
Knowing that all the prisoners would flee.
But how long have I been a jailor here?
And never have I seen men so sincere,
The bars were opened wide for all to flee
But they were still inside praying for me.
Oh! What must I do to be saved?
The sentence of death for me waived?
And be no more to sin enslaved?
Oh! What must I do to be saved?
"And they said, 'Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."
I believe and now I can freely say
That I want Jesus as my Lord today.
I believe from the grave He was raised
I believe in Jesus Christ and I am saved!
"And they spake unto him the Word of the Lord,
and to all that were in his house."
Loved ones gather ‘round and hear me tell
Of all that’s happened, please, listen well.
Jesus, whom we hung on a cross that day
He really Is alive again like they say.
He came to offer hope and life anew,
Just believe it is all you have to do.
By His amazing Grace He’ll save you all
He’s waiting even now to hear you call.
We believe and now we can freely say
That we want Jesus as our Lord today.
We believe from the grave He was raised
We believe in Jesus Christ and we are saved!
Categories:
jailor, faith, inspirationallife, me, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
jailor, sorry
Form: