Best Servility Poems
Silence is the ultimate
In the praise's of the Lord
-------
It seeps' of servility
And tremble's
With authentic unbothered
Change
-------
But with Servility
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
--------
Well I commend thee
I give to Him all the praise's
And the dominion
Over man fore it is His privy
---- Never the Less ----
I shall give unto Him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
Fore I am at His feet
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlribis.com book #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
Categories:
servility, celebration, change, heaven, life,
Form:
Pastoral
Bitter Truths
How much of bitterness is truth we cannot swallow.
The acridity of words held idle for too long, fermenting
in the cauldron of conceit, the spoils of victory flaunted
in feigned servility. What scales measure life against
life, gain against greater gain, success against success?
Can we not savor the sweetness of another’s gifts
without coveting them, bathing them in our envy,
sullying them with our rancor? Could we not applaud
the valor and perseverance of the triumphant, revel
in a rivalry well played, tip our equally soiled cap,
nod in an appreciation of a job well done?
Must the fist of failure pummel all who do not win,
remove the joy of competition’s camaraderie,
negate the lessons learned, the hours shared,
diminish the successes in setting and
eclipsing goals and gains. Does not the acrid stench
of final gun fade, slowly drifting on a passing breeze?
Why must the truth hold bitter still, unable to accept
the success in every failure and the failure in
disparaging success.
John G. Lawless
1/17/2014
Categories:
servility, education, school, sports, success,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.
Copyright © Iman Roy
Categories:
servility, friend,
Form:
Free verse
World stills of nature's hospitality
showing modesty and humility.
Sunlight dapples the hill's locality
winking through pines peace and tranquility.
A living, breathing, viability
cascading aquatic agility,
fluttering independent entity,
shine purely within the vicinity.
Dark trees, ferns, await dawn's stability
alive in amazing facility.
Birds sing providing audibility.
Brilliance with mental capability,
My mind's eye exceeds my ability
course the utmost responsibility
becoming a part of me willingly.
Warm seasons ebbing a reality,
winter will follow in servility.
5/27/2018
Categories:
servility, imagery, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
Oh, such captivating concupiscence ...
I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal
You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate
You are hunger, insatiable and wry, and I your food
I watch you speak, breathe, speak ... phrases matter not
Chili pepper lips part to tempt me, as if in slow-motion
Plump, dewy, spicy-smooth, and salacious - fun-fruits, ripened
Unblemished sugar-cube teeth nip your lower lip and hold it
Mouth corners turn haltingly up in a vexing smile
Eyes sparkling, mischievous, coy, demure
Tugging like a lost puppy at my heart, spirit
Core, attending and rapt ... close, closer, closer still
Your eyes close, (mine stay open - I want to watch, NEED to)
Adoringly, I place a bent index under your mink-soft chin
Gently pull it up to mine ... the chilis part further
You release your sexy nip on them, mouth slowly opening
To the dance of a sweet, pink, bubble-gum quarry inside
It seeks mine out even before our mouths meet
Licks my lips as if ice cream, and they part to taste you
Tenderly, as if unknown, your soft blond tresses fall between
Mixing in our nectarous and esurient feast
Is there any candy yet as sweet ... as compelling and sublime??
Were it not for the life-sustaining needs of the human condition
Or the requirements of responsibility and motivation
I would lose myself - us - forever, in your clasp
In the exquisite, licentious, pure, and carnal enchantment
Of your consummate and delicious mouth
Locked away in the round-tower of your appetites
Slave to the flawless ecstasy that we create ...
With our love ... with our kiss.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Poems for Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, Team Poetry Soup, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Slave To Love" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
servility, appreciation, kiss, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
God-given Package, I'm weak,
Strong mentally, but matters physique,
Endure insult, to haughty meek,
Urchin servility, the reluctant beak!
Fury pressurized, wrath submerged,
Luck withdrawing, ego gulped,
Jealousy fostered, though sanity burped,
Bearing, enduring, a character developed!
A violent being develops indside,
Emerging obscene, nothing to abide,
The silent sacrifices, virulent when unified,
The two beings characteristically colide!
The meek ogre, that's an identity,
The vulnerable resistance, that is tenacity,
Antagonistic personalities, that is duality,
Accepting presence, a reticent alacrity!
Categories:
servility, philosophy, social, sympathy,
Form:
The job is done.
Then why am I here.
Doing time for mans crime.
Paying homage to time.
Man once only knew the sunrise and the sunset.
The passing of the seasons was just a joyous celebration.
We did not know chaos ruled our lives.
We had no time; we only knew we were alive.
Out of this came a new reality.
Man discovered servility.
He invented numbers to count his flock.
He invented the calendar to know when to plant his crop.
And to know when to prey he invented the all powerful clock.
Who know we’d end up worshiping it instead.
Now with time organized we thought we had it.
But we still don’t know what it really is.
For the crime of nurturing civilization.
Man is now a prisoner of his own emancipation.
In this modern fast moving age.
We are free in many ways.
But in our structured cage.
We pass our numbered days.
Categories:
servility, day, irony, time,
Form:
Lyric
Silence is the ultimate
In the praises' of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered change
-
But with Servealty
-
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
Well, I commend thee
I give to him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
-
Never the less
-
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
-
Fore I am at your feet
GF
Categories:
servility, devotion, inspirational,
Form:
Ode
Polar theology
Cold-hearted hate-based belief
Frigid permafrost principles of sub-zero greed
Rigid igloo authority
Ice fortress border policy
Snow mountain wall ain’t color passage easy
Refrigerator thought orthodoxy:
Sunflower faces were born to spit shine eternally
Void shoe box coffin space ... crypt cold as can be
Frozen in a gulag place is concrete ghetto grief
Jagged snowflake sobs reflect the constant pain stabbing
Glacial glare of rainbow intolerance melts so slow spiritually
Aurora borealis indigo eyes glow darkly
Northern aorta exposure blindly beat raging
Chilling faithless doctrine of mint divine superiority:
Sunflower faces were womb engraved to spit shine perpetually
Himalayan blue honks profiteering cry so coin crafty:
Mt. Everest blanco clouds silver mine control slaving
Blood diamonds with black eyes reindeer pleading
Cold steel tear obedience of gun beryl conformity
Arctic religious creed:
Sunflower faces were conceived to spit shine endlessly
Antarctic philosophy
Solar opposite is an eclipsed bent knee
Siberian skin tyranny
Black ice roses bow with frozen frowns of servility
Ivory avalanche history
Crystal golden dandelions give icy smiles of charity
Titanic icebergs are shipping titans of iron-copper chained misery
Blizzard blinking red lights don’t stop the cotton weary bleed
Yukon K9 genetic disparity
Snowshoes of ebony depths trek dog tiredly
Abominable Yeti frostbite decree:
Sunflower faces were created to spit shine infinitely
Categories:
servility, allusion, prejudice, truth, word
Form:
Monorhyme
* The life of a child called Jesus......
Blessed are the people
-Fore-
Voice's rang out
Ringing in prayer
The scream and they shout
----
Earth doth shutter miracle's
Servility and care
A quiver of sensation
Fill's the air
With
Muffled sound's of deliverance
With broad morning gloom
For the birth of a child
Whom which died too soon
----
In the morning of strife
A quiet settle stillness
Filled the room
He dared to shed the light
Fore time
It was much too soon
----
With a evening made
Of forgiveness
He filled das empty
Tomb
GF
Categories:
servility, funeral, morning,
Form:
Personification
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
Categories:
servility, tribute
Form:
Blank verse
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
If I Were A Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by mystic Rose Rose
01/02/2021
Categories:
servility, allusion, feelings, flower, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Silence is the ultimate'
In the praise of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered, unchanged
Severalty
Fore Hee hath give me
So much,
For so long and so fully'
That well,
I commend thee
I give him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
Non-the-Less
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Sanctimoniously entangled
Fore I am at his feet
GF
Categories:
servility, inspirational
Form:
Pastoral
My love and all that was mine, is obliviosly wound in labyrinth subservient conditions for a sane love story yield
My love and and all that was mine is tilled beneath the battle-heroic action remnants.
She says, I ought to carry the blood echoing artillery to the line of surging intonations of death beckoning lilts
Does she know, the burdening weight slowly gravitates my entire to the earth
Am no bearer of fright, but my anticipation of intrepid crush of sovereignty is n'er my lot
She lately composes self in anticipation, waits a litany of conquering tales and heroic accomplishments
But I fail her in the fair exchange, I present my merchandise perfumed with nimble laments of dullards
That she reluctantly bids with counterfeit coins of tears frothing with a vivid lustre of languid desperation.
Does she know, am innately compatible with fine eats recipes and love-making ballads.
I hold no harsh limbs to swirl her into cosmic bliss.
And lo! It's the ultimacy of her obscured fate in my forlorn cottage by the Thames
She craves to behold me standing by the watch of the horrific night, wrestle beasts like Achilles.
She wants a test of my hospitality with the blackness of the night
Does she know, a stealth rustle of the oak leafages send my adrenaline to bedlam and an ignorable reflex.
Does she know, a fine bark from a mad dog by the vicinity is brought under clandestine justice with me under a tender soothe of my old blanket
She craves for a ripped tummy, but I constantly pride in the gaiety addition of my sharp ribcages to her
One-two-three I intone pointing to my fortune in servility like a slave to his master
But her entirety flames with exasperation and closely inches as though to mix lips.
"You're a coward"
Categories:
servility, abuse, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Life above expectation
Was just my imagination
With the equal
Of servility with a
Hardy expectation
But, then my Soul
Was cast
And laid to being
Reviled anew
GF
Categories:
servility, inspirational, life
Form: