Best Servitude Poems
Muted words linger in limbo
imprisoned between many leaves
bound together in the darkness
of a poet’s tried thesaurus.
Their alphabetic existence
is but an endless servitude
whose individual meanings
chosen and together sequenced
for the glory of the poet.
The many verses read aloud
gives each utile word a voice
and continues till completion.
Then darkness returns once again
as the reference book is closed.
see wane of despair,
pains more deeply inside.
"Feed My sheep", I will
SERVITUDE TO PRIDE
See,
Our love that once
Like an inferno burnt,
Now, like an ember smolders,
And beyond kindle by pride has become.
Our psyches by pride wreathed, in loneliness
Our hearts writhe and our mirth into myth retracts.
Without,
A serene heart we feign.
But within, our hearts by dusk of pride
Blinded, for each other grope and to the
Melody of the dirge of our fissured
Hearts pride spitefully dance.
For
A faded memory of you
All night i carouse yet for
Your caress I yearn.
Photographs of you and i, my roses
To you, as a sedative into the mire you threw.
But, how come out of your heart you could
Not throw me?
The
Trees of pride, it is palpable,
A fertile soil in our psyches had found,
And under the arbor of their leafy boughs,
Etiolated our hearts berth and for
Sunshine seek.
Lead me towards
your light like the
three wise me of old
oh famous STAR.
Make me a grand
gladiator in your
sacrid arena,tasting
ultimate victory oh
GULDER.
Tune my ears to your
alluring melody, great
HARP of ancient
singers.
Lead me to the path
where my diva lie
still,awating my
reviving touch,am at
your servitude dear
EVA WINE.
Lure me away sir MAC
DOWEL. To your
hidden shrine lord
MISEUR PASCAL.
Spin my head, and
sway my feet,down
your liquor
path,follows i in full
pace,the grand SPINOF
ICE.
Extend my greeting to
your brothers,tell
them about my battle
with the DRY GIN.
And my chronicles at
the great temple of
DEROK.
My dance with the
LEGEND and miss
CALIPSO don't fail to
mention.
I tried my devoted
BEST,revived by the
almighty BULLET, defy
the RED LABEL but
falls under the giddy
claws of ANDRE.
In sacrid servitude to
alcohol birth forth this
lines.
A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.
The parallax of bliss..
An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,
Your flow taught.
Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.
Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.
My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.
Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.
Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.
Somewhere in the wilderness,
Among the barren deserts,
And under the swarthy clouds
Lie the dilapidated destination
Of a poor homeless rebel,
Victimized unmercifully to fall
Like a drop of rain waited long!
There is a burning sand,
Perforating his bootless heels
With each prick eat up and engulf
The rest of blood from his dry veins
And does challenge his undanted will
Not to subdue and fall in subjugation
Before the sway of mighty domination.
He stays unabated in his determination,
With every sigh sobbed and blubbered,
Every sweat evaporated from his flesh
And every voice raised like Rustum's war cry
That shall crumble down powerfull states
And teaches the lessons of sufference to the foe.
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
Creep, oh centipede!
A malady to my cornea.
Like kernels a decoy
In my Eden realm.
I'm infuriate to civility
Just us serenity intervene.
Serendipity smock my bones
In solitude.
Here it is, your servitude
Of search.
In the heart of the kitchen, where flavors collide,
You wield your vocation, with passion and pride.
Anointed by Heaven, with gifts that you bring,
To nourish both body and spirit, you sing.
With skilled hands you blend, a mosaic so fine,
A feast for the senses, where taste interlines.
In the sizzle and simmer, your love comes alive,
Each dish that you serve is where spirit may thrive.
From humble beginnings to grand tables set,
You weave joy in the meals, a bond we won't forget.
With every fresh ingredient, your heart finds its way,
Transforming mere food into love on a plate.
You craft every morsel with care and delight,
A banquet of blessings that ignites the night.
With laughter and kindness, you gather them near,
For the hungry, the weary, you've made your path clear.
But beyond the fine dishes, there's something more true,
A calling that whispers, "Keep feeding them, too."
For with each spoonful seasoned by grace,
You fulfill a divine and sacred embrace.
So rise up, dear chef, with your heart full of fire,
In each heart you nourish, let faith and love inspire.
For you are a vessel, in kitchens divine,
Anointed to serve, where the body and spirit entwine.
May your table be ample, your spirit alight,
As you feed hungry souls in the soft morning light.
Continue to craft your legacy bold,
In the kitchen of Heaven, your story is told.
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
I’m willing to accept
that it’s all but a cloud
Memory behind me,
and draped in a shroud
I’m willing to accept
my fatality deemed
A portal indentured
—to dreams left undreamed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
IN VENTURED SERVITUDE
Faster and faster
it became my master
Quicker and quicker
I became sicker
I blazed a trail to the dark side of tomorrow
Then laid a highway to a city they call “sorrow”
More and more
I needed to score
And too oft the pickings were far too slim
So if she had to re-up I’d cop from him
Longer and longer
it grew stronger
As did the profanities my heart was screaming
While I described what the devil was deeming
The street became my siblings, both brother and sister
And yes, I tried to ignore the boil and blister
Boils because I’m the latter day Job
And never bowed to His eminence, alter or robe
Speedier and speedier it became greedier
too often
Too often too many friend’s final home was an early coffin
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Our Servitude
Microsoft a macro problem has become
If of little intelligence, deaf and dumb
Complex becomes their word of the day
Consumers convert to Apple right away.
Problems Microsoft definitely is denying
Gave free update Windows 10 to be trying
To have corrected clutter caused by eight
Expecting all of us to happily celebrate.
What other choice do we have to choose?
If we were to snooze surely would loose
We are trying to be aware of update to ten
Have been searching for it again and again.
Not only did my mind experience a lapse
It then ended up with a total collapse
So why did Microsoft really try to delude
Only thing that they want is our servitude.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Abc to the P
Servitude, will I flee
Captivity, I sue.
All thanks to poetrysoup
Like a lion,
I roar
With the Iron,
I roll,
Poetrysoup's throne,
Will I stand to withhold
In the berth of little pen,
Lost in the depth of sinful den
And falls on the lanky route.
Sighting above, poetrysoup's root,
I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood.
In the emptiness of proficiency,
Dying in the bed of nonentity,
And finding not the aid box.
Agreeably, it caused the brain's burst
For my name, poetrysoup stood and faught
Now I stand I say "I live to find no fault"
Once again,
Appreciation to poetrysoup's stunt.
THEME:Appreciation
The classic tale Centuries-old
through self-owned reliance
a hero rises from the cold
But Within these chapters carefully hidden
Upon the pages where this story is written
Between the lines is the story untold
Of the acts of love
by the willfully forfeited soul
Born a sacrifice
Meant to be consumed
A life never lived
Born to be used
Created as a vessel
To hold an elixir of love
Collected from the wounds
of Shredded palms
That rest in the hands
refusing gloves
Dripping now is the nurturer's light
flowing into the mouths
Of the ones emptied of fight
Stricken By hunger
And ready to die
Now Fully replenished
And brought back to life
They begin to Forge fables
Of a strength they found inside
And rising from the ashes
Upon the pedestal, they climb
The sacrifice forgotten
Lost within a selfish mind
In the chest of the sacrifice
Cruelly rests the hero's knife
The selfless lover
Cursed to survive
the bearer of breaths
who mended their bones
And stitched their flesh
Born to forgive
Gifted madness
In order to live
Upon the light to balance the world they feast
From the chalice holding the elixir they drink
Born a sacrifice
Through empathetic eyes they see
Those born an empath
Once called eaters of sin
Ache from your pain
Without wearing your skin
Feel your soul
Without wearing your shoes
Takes on your shame
Carries your abuse
For your freedom they lovingly give
Every morsel of what makes them, them
A Century-old book bleeds a tale
Upon pages forever soaked
from the carvings of the sharpest quell
In Blood, a love story is wrote
Hidden between the lines dwells
The words ceasing to bespoke
Of the giver who always gave
And the hero who only took