Best Slaved Poems

Her name was Anarkali, 
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on...

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In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -

Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.

Relentless horror had around them crept.

In camps, they’d...

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His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart...

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Moonlight Shadow


Broken dreams
On purple flamed wings

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

Crosses and crescents
Knights and swords

In the mist of a weary mystical night
I saw her lying there, chest broken...

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Sometimes, when I look in the mirror
I see my brother’s face,
I quiver with recognition.
As time takes me,
so it takes my eyes, I reason,
a trick of...

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Tears do Fall

...a sad sonnet...

My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the...

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Mastered Puppets


Of the voices thrown and never shown their cries travel well
A starving sewn with a bitter bone of their life a quiet quell
With larval...

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TWO STRANGERS IN LOVE AGAIN

Two strangers learned to fall in love again
Amidst long distance tumultuous air
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains

Healing hearts that before been...

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The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!

No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be...

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Within the subtle soundless silence
There exist echoes of a lingering loud
My pendulous heart decrees in defiance
Such emotions plundered and ploughed

Like a geocentric giant guillotine
My lamenting...

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“american psychosis”

 

on the road, 
the dream 
begins..... 
the sun is burning 
a fever in the sky 
upon the endless serpent 
a serial killers life...

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A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
But man is slaved to fate,
No fun or spontaneity
Unless you speculate

You can’t keep a good...

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Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the...

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Life's clock never ceases to tick at all, 
God meanwhile is with you and me and walks with us all the way, 
We don't know...

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Ancestors had fore-planned 
My whole being in Spanish
Yet, my concerned parents wrote 
My rhesus A-plus blood in Tagalog

I was born, they said 
To enjoy my...

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