Best Liberated Poems

Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security...

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Inundated Not Liberated


AT 15 Is your mind closed for the season-
Or are you just "OUT TO LUNCH"
IF YOU BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU'VE
HEARD you HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO LEARN..
Then a child you shall remain.

AT 30 Is your mind closed for the season-
Or are you just " taking...

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A Liberated Sonnet of Liberation

The heroes have been silenced. Gone.
The leaders are contained. Contented.
And the warriors are now married 
To the earth; and we are divorced again
From justice—cast aside once more.

The fruits of the journey lay rotting
In abandoned dream sheds;
War is no longer a game...

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How time sheds your claws of deceit
From falsehood grating my vulnerability;
Yet I claim a self’s need to be:  the rain freshens
New waves...bathing, exalting my authentic life
That dances through all veins within the marrow,
While I see my face emerge as a pink orchid
Allowing this heart...

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I can't hold back
This moment will only come once in this lifetime 
Do you want to be free?
Break the binding of this world and the shackles of this society
Caged like an animal , awaiting the next kick to your ribs that lets you know your...

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Liberated Part 1 of 2


Liberated after years of incarceration, body and mind vacation,
 
somewhere tropical, just shy of the equator, feel unstoppable as pen and paper, 

intimately dance, a tickertape parade on hot sands, 


raining lyrics from my life, a celebration as I flick through...

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Ecstatic 
the soul became 
as
all body's honors and earthly 
riches 
were left behind!

Now, 
free at last,
liberated from flesh's bonds,   
for 
alms of mercy 
the 
heaven implores! * 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
    23 February 2019

* This week my last uncle- a good...

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Part 2 of 2

..............to naughties, 90s, 80s, rap and dance, circumnavigate the globe, my circumstance, 


improving, make my girl smile like that girl in the Louvre, n, 


spread her wings like that northern angel, our thoughts connected by cable, 


as we reach for the heavens,...

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A liberated star in prison

I lie miserably in the 2nd layer of the three course wall
With chains on my hand and no chance to even crawl
My beautiful black color has been demeaned
And each day comes with the possibility of my importance diminishing

I was born because...

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Verse 1
Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it
In order to be liberated, gain true identity
When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo
It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free

Chorus
No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before...

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The knowledge of knowing real liberty
now where indeed can this be found?
is there a world outside of this place?
now maybe it's around in this earth ground

No it's been sent down from heaven
found in the divine canon of scripture
there is the very vice of God Himself
instructing...

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Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm

forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away

off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle

affording bajillion Homo...

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In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.



The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the...

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I have embarked on a journey
The wandering spirit is upon me
My heart and soul are fixed
My legs are hungry for a walk

All my pains are gone
My only pr-occupation is to keep on moving
Keep on moving to where the spirit directs
My eyes are closed but my...

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This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.

It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could...

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