Best Prisoners Poems

You rule this family with an iron fist
Thriving on having your ass kissed
Without constant adoration you become pissed
There are too many items on your wanted list.

Others see you as a benevolent man
Ruling the roost, doing the best you can
I'd prefer the fire to this frying...

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Dancing through life
Shaking my shoulders
Loosening up my hips
A sassy gypsy queen am I

Taking no prisoners
Enjoying my freedom
Playing my tambourine
Delighting the faeries

Twirling skirts 
In a variety of colors
Matching no one
Surpassing myself.

Singing my truth
Competition on. 
Fire oozes from my soul
I am the gypsy pirate queen


Written 8-02-2019
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Prisoners of Time

There is nothing secret
nothing sacred from man
He reaches beyond the 
infinite to scatter dreams

He will employ 
extraordinary means
Alone or in the company
of those with like heart
he can stream to
undiscovered places

Which brings, the opening 
of a tale of how he
exploited the mighty whales
and in...

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My eyes today cry tears of sorrow
Foreshadowing a future of sad tomorrows
A single rose placed on a wooden box
Between Bible pages are pressed some locks

Memories of a first shared kiss
Three small words that I'm sure to miss
Are all there is that is left behind
Which always...

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All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
A few sail through cushioned from the rigours of hate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace

Would that it were nobler to suffer confined in space
Than be thought brave to overcome the fear of...

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We are
locked up
free the same
time       in       our 
minds prison 
without
bars

                       ...

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We all are prisoners
Engulfed within this tall walls
The inmates to us are friends and foes
Freedom to us, a foreign language
You are enslaved
By your duty to keep me within the walls
Even while I slumber
Elusive, sleep becomes to you
Though in different quarters
We share the same mansion
In this...

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The process of frowning 
Comes easy to me
I look at the negative
In servitude to selfish needs
Colors of hate lust and death
So harshly surround my day
I do not see a light 
And stumble along the way
For I am a prisoner condemned
Where is God in this place...

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Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

A truck driver from Tupelo

A pop band from the 'pool

A superstar from...

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My eyes are worn into the ground
My ears are aching from hearing these sounds
My mind still tells me I should run
Instinctive clashes shoot the gun

Feet are blistered on the grass
Things I want can’t make this pass
It’ll never be alright if I’m here
As long as I’m...

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NIGERIANS PRISONERS:
We are Nigerian prisoners,
We are not happy.
Where are our counterparts?
We are Nigerian prisoners,
Here we are,
Here we are like a cat.
We are calm and cool like, you.
Every Sundays we puts on jeans like,
Our brethren in deeper life church,
But you put on they suits,
We are not...

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This shooting pinching and piercing 
it is the swollen knee carbuncle
peeping out of the skin at first
as a harmless boil or rash
in two days it is bloated and red 
I can't just bend my leg
browsing television channels
all day long; dragging along 
breakfast, lunch and dinner
like...

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The hands on her clock moves backward,
sending her thoughts to the time of the terrible trauma
Feelings of helplessness overwhelm her,
and paralyzing fear begins to take hold, chaining her mind
to a wall of perpetual emotional pain
A prisoner of time ...
suffering a mental relapse: an in-the-body experience
of...

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Until you’ve ran a million miles in your cell,
Or stared at your reflection in the mirror,
Until you’ve shadowed boxed with the sound of the silent bell,
Or saw the light fade, and the darkness draw nearer,
Until you’ve dreamed of hell and felt flames,
Until you’ve remembered love,...

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Don Winslow of the Navy at the movies...…., the Lone Ranger, and the shadow, on the radio. Three of my favorite pastimes in Wilmington NC, From just before my first grade in school to the end of my third year.  My Dad worked long...

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