Best Suppression Poems
My words are not poisonous
I have a spider in my mouth
They are neither venomous
I rest a forked tongue between my teeth
My words are lovers
They sentence hate to death
My words speak spokes
That turn the windmill of truth
My words are jealous
They sound only like me
My words are ravenous
They crave bloodlust for my enemy
My words are envious
Of the lips others’ melody
My words are ambiguous
They wrote what I couldn’t say
My words are ridiculous
They couldn’t escape my voice
My words are gregarious
They forever speak to my internal monologue
My words are polite
They ask to be read
My words are silent
But they speak to your mind
My words are selective
They censor my thoughts
My words are constructive
They survey willing hearts and minds
"You may now not serve this country
Though you may be fit and kind
I tell you this quite bluntly
I will suppress your kind
Petitions and the public
Shall never hassle my laws;
Amist a starving republic
They believe me
When I tell them you are the flaws
For I've convince them all the bathrooms
Are threatening where you lurk
I've convinced them all your schools
Are full of your witching work
So drink up; sweet deceit tastes good
I shall convince them you are a crime
My plan has made it thus far
And continues
One sip at a time."
A heartfelt tribute to Ukraine and its people,
and all other nations and their citizens, for patriotically defending
their motherland against tyranny and cruelty.
A Wish For Peace To Appease
It will be light soon, yet an upheaval devastates to extremes
Time sadly blanket bleakness on landscapes and of the living
Finding serenity missing, tears upon cheeks flow into ravines
A pledge corroded without a word, no whisper, nor a warning
Rippling wave of human despair triggered by war heightened
Fear inundated with rage the gleam of the sun cannot soothe
Battered fragments of hope palpable in the eye of the pained
In essence, dejection needing real salvation, remain resolute
Casualties in armed conflicts derails even the most tenacious
The innocence of youth deprived of innate maternal embrace
Ambiguity is a lingering reality to those in the midst of chaos
While peace seems elusive, a unifying force unveils the maze
To patriots needing to depose autocrat invading their country
Crafting silver bullets aimed at vile men flaunting supremacy
My heartened spirit stands alongside and honor their bravery
They will undeniably reclaim freedom with dignity, in victory!
10/10/2022
1:24 P.M.
Aboard cruise liner:
"Rhapsody of the Seas"
Athens, Greece
Complacency of the agencies
Who aimlessly remain racist
Tying up the little one's by the wrist
Why must the holy become rapists?
Is this what life should consist
Of?
As they pray up above
Yet, persist on never showing love?
So they stuff their faces
With a thousand disgraces
& sins, yet, the cheater never wins
Death is not the end, but where it all begins
Our future is the re-incarnation
Of our thoughts
The masses induce their own
Mental blood clots
Oh, i almost forgot
You're being watched by the robots
That will never rot
So, remember who fought
The ones under your nose like pans & pots
Under your feet like kitchen tiles
As they prowl like the Nile crocodiles
Yet, they're just vile pedophiles
Who can longer reconcile
All while
The bodies exponentially
Pile
Everyone eventually becomes senile
After 3 miles
Of endless aisles
In the petri dish & vials
Of our planet
That's composed of granite
Built by masons who
Banish the masses
Until they vanish the classes
With the whip that lashes
& never relaxes
Ashes to ashes...
A prime minister of Land Down Under -
from her role she had been put asunder.
I've been reading of texts
and jokes made of her sex,
but about her I still have to wonder . . .
I surmise mostly Aussies would know
more exactly why she was let go,
I sure wish I knew
that at "Beyond Blue"
she was doing kids good. Do you think so?
April 17, 2022
For Joe Maverick's contest regarding Julia Gillard. Title is to be same as the name of this contest.
It's the best I could come up with from my research but I do not understand
Australian politics very well.
Once upon along ago
Pioneers sailed over ocean flows
To start anew in a different world
Where centuries later new flags unfurled
The above appears reasonable to me
But it's the happenings to the Apache and Cree
The Westward Movement was inevitable
Murderous chaos as the indigenous fell
It's so easy to sit now and look back at the past
Where our ancestors prospered, whilst theirs didn't last
Do we look on in pride at our family tree
Never caring to the think about the Cree, Apache
Borders will fall as others will be encroached
Lands will be taken or politically poached
The Westward Movement are white mans words
But for gunfire and greed, they may never have been heard
Suppression ..
cracking open the flesh.
Never suppress the
Feeling of the soul
This inner oppression
Is not just foam
It is a fine thread
You need a needle
To sow close packets of regrets
And mistakes you have buttoned up
Looking through what
You had to do.
Those hole's ..
Have control over you.
Suppression
Stabs and tears you..
Gash you on the inside..
The hole's suppressed
Stitch and heal them
Ditch or seal them
Beat suppression
Defeat it's fierce force
Eliminate repression
Before pieces i become
Don't waste time
It's too precious..
And precious can become ..
Previous.
Previous will become
Sadly.
Sadly such as ..
If I only had ..
Like you had to do.
Suppression
It has expired
it is finished
gone.
Hush hush little heart
No more deal's
Merry merry go round
Lovely lively times ahead.
I sat there,
"My God, I can't take another day"
my mind cried;
My heart was so cold and black...
"Look at yourself",
I looked in the mirror...
"You have turned into a Monster,
you are no longer living,
You are a zombie."..
"You love him so much,
but look at what is happening"...
Life isn't worth living...
This is not love,
this is not what I want out of Life,
This is Madness...
"Does he really love you?"...
Yes, he does---
I don't know...
He doesn't stop me from the things I do...
All I know is I really love him...
I want to Die!!!
But what would he do?..
What would he feel,
if he found me dead here?..
I wrote this little note 11-14-1996 that night:
Telling him I love him and will always love him...
I don't want to die and hurt him,
if I killed myself,
"Then it would hurt him!"..
I wished he really believed me...
I wish this nightmare would go away...
Why can't he accept the fact that I'll never leave him?..
How do I know he'll stay?..
I know how he feels,
I know why he feels the way he does about me...
I feel the same...
Why am I repeating
this stupid feeling of rejection?..
Why, do I care if he leaves me or not?..
I got a nice spot to be buried, somewhere..
I know the other side is much better...
I'll get a new body, another life...
I don't want to die unloved...
I don't want to die alone...
I don't want to hurt someone I love...
Maybe he'll join me,
maybe he won't...
Whatever he chooses,
I'll never stop loving him...
I'll wait for him forever...
He'll blame himself if I die...
But it's not his fault...
I should of spoken up...
We both should of been more open...
We should of communicated more...
I don't know?..
I guess we were really scared of one another!!!
"Feelings of Death" 11-14-1996
Self-suppression
Of feasting and drinking beyond the road.
Conflicts and dissonance over the load
Trembling in the face of the tide, of youth age
Thoughts altogether are the sign of the rage
Prisoner of desire in a locked cage.
What if one claims to be a sage?
Fails among the average, but blurry beige
It's the act of dedicating oneself to a life of carnage.
One's heart is racing and his feet are pounding, as they search for
The taste of the sweet, becomes all the sour.
Skipping, sleeping through, and failing to complete the chore
Waiting for twilight to fall on the door.
On the head of me the dusk is to fall
It’s just a demand, why, why for?
Not quite, but on the inside
One must deceive oneself so as to hide.
. .
. .
. .
……Ksanet Brhane (peace of mind)…..
13/02/2022
Destruction only led me to the direction of construction
loyal to counterfeits that unconcealed disloyal
loved the wrong brothers now I preach to others’
preach to others open your eyes to the leeches
transformed my higher cognitive process from misinformed
my endurance will not be obstructed by any hindrance
distractions that come are rejected, only entertain reliable attractions
No one will damage thy self esteem…. Like a dreadful dream
cried alone till my eyes dried; guide my life with pride
clarity brings me prosperity; soaring blessings thy cupth overpouring
Humiliation is a form of suppression,
a presumed thought of superiority;
we all have intelligence and intellect,
but events hinder some to achieve their full potential.
Written on 9/14/2015.
After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.
What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of grateful identity
mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly absent roof
of sacred grace
space.
Why would capital depression,
RightBrain suppression
and historic patriarchal suppression
suddenly gang up more gracefully,
less threateningly,
on ZeroZone ego-homelessness
freely chosen
before rudely thrown out
for lack of paternal place.
RightBrain fullness of soul
remains ZeroZen timeless re-identification
with one empty homeless side
without exterior shelter.
But, for how long could eternity reweave
temporary housed DNA souls
becoming Earth's healthy resilient lifeline?
Advent invites homeless nurturing adventures
into matriarchal kindness, silent advances
into wildly blind blizzards
binding sun's enchanting rainbow promise
watering returns to Earth's temporary spring sanctuary
refueling DNA's homeless
yet robust
absence of perpetually living boundaries
Toward, rather than against, Earth's healthy wealth
future identity transgenerating
transubstantiating temporary sanctuaries
in humane health-identity space,
Earth's co-arising sacred time
of ego's non-sectarian summer
for ecology's ecstatic climate climax.
Mutually homeless failing falling theology pilgrims,
EgoYang and EcoYin polypathic souls
overshadowed
by Earth's great green sanctuary
assigned to re-study timeless regenetic root systems
playing WinWin ZeroSoul revolutionary games
for homeless trusted identity, sheltering
from wildly wounded wandering
within chronic asylum anxiety,
Lost in lonely inside forests
quaking,
outside breaking
patriarchal fake-sanctuary voices
inside cooperative matriarchal wombing choices.
A lot of cold windy Dad talk
trumped
in each infant WinWin womb
by Mom's resolute inside nutritional walk.
Homeless ego child
re-connecting inside this eco-womb,
preparing to journey home again
by sacred light of wintry advent's dawn
After thanksgiving days
and depressing night
re-awakening surprise
of ego's wandering
health-rooted adventurous soul
revolution dawning in darkest brights.
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Humiliation is a form of suppression,
a presumed thought of superiority;
we all have intelligence and intellect,
but events hinder some to achieve their full potential.
A stroll on the high rise of men’s wall
The heart steadily depicts the mind’s fall
Built of mind to suppress
Within__ wickedness nests
One soul contemplates the mind’s gall
In honor of Pablo Neruda(Poet, diplomat, and politician)
For Contest: Pablo Neruda
Sponsored by Raul Moreno
Placed #10