Chaining Poems

Sappho

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers 
bring the central motif in hours.

The principle of natural fairness

Nature shaped the earth into the sphere 
While leaving each piece of parts flats 
To offer individual life  places to grow 
While rotating around the sun as a whole 

For all individuals can thus equally share  
The glare of brightness, warmth of the sunlight 
And the calm of darkness, coolness of the night 

Silver clouds floating high and drifting
In the sky, distributing rain, snow, and news 
To quench the thirst  of every life facing 
And secure them  happily growing 

The wind  is playing longing tunes 
For fairness, justice, the yearning 
For quality  and gracious life to come 

Nature is indeed charitable  to everyone
Sharing rains and dew  evenly to each land 
Sunbeam is also assigned with the same lines 
Chaining up sincerity and honesty hearts
And flowing streams of warmth  hand to hand

The wind  rises, and white clouds  wander
They are guarding  no one in the earthly world 
Wiling to act against the provisions of nature

They are spreading the news of the future 
That Heaven will arrive behind a United World
 And the charming visions will emerge
Before, lives are going to live forever

Saving Love

The ghosts of past misdemeanours haunt me
chaining me to misery and greed,
a grotesque whispering of witless guilt
that stifles the sublime of the soul.

Damned demons howl around me,
frolicking in a deadly dance,
trying to put an incision on my brow :
“This miscreant belongs to us.”

The night grows nasty and terrifying,
wolves wail a woeful weeping song,
abominable bats blast off sucking blood,
and putrid smells block my nostrils with decay.
 
Suddenly a wayward wind dispels the clouds,
stars shine brightly up above.
A full moon shines through darkened trees,
a ray of mercy envelops my soul.

Hope lights my suffering soul.
I remember my mother's advice.
God created you to love and be loved.
Who can love me?  I ask.
Why He who created me....and you!

Rhymes

Rhymes -normally I love them-
But tonight they seem like sweet-tongued harlots.

Cheap.
Cliche.
Predictable.

More concerned with sounding right
than capturing the truth.

A poet would use them to empower his words,
but, instead, they rob him of his dignity,

chaining him down,
clipping his wings,
building walls around his baffled imagination.

Tonight, oh rhymes, I would chase you with a firebrand
as did my spiritual namesake.

You stir me with anger,
make me wish to grab a gladius,
leap into the trenches,
and cut away all pretenses until I free her-
the true love of all true poets:
Truth herself.


11-12 December 2023

Endometriosis Awareness, collaboration with The Silent One

Cramps creeping and crawling, 
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray 
me like an unfaithful secret lover, 
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy, 
even the pills offer no sympathy.

As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened 
shards of glass, these strange 
territories tighten like heavy torture, 
as linings of sore pelvis feel 
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this 
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to 
this turbulent intruder.

For those who question body 
frames that do not beam, 
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight 
of excruciating fatigue 
that feeds the sanity in me.

There's no 'super human' strength 
left to curl my fingers into 
brass knuckles holding my 
burning edges in peace.

Drained by the cries that 
crack the surface of my womb, 
agitation is expressed 
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable 
pain is a cureless curse, 
behaving erratically within 
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if 
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.

Overwhelming

“Wondrously overwhelming is God’s goodness that leads recipient toward wondrous good works.” By the Poet

God’s overwhelming love prevails
Freeing heart from sin-chaining pain
Since blest compassion never fails
Offering life eternal gain.

Christ’s overwhelming saving light
Always glows midst radiant grace
Cheering faith toward service height
To surmount tests along life’s race.

The Spirit’s overwhelming peace
Keeps on refreshing weary soul
Midst serene care that does not cease
For zest that props reaching-out goal.

I’m overwhelmed as I draw nigh*
To my Saviour for triumph’s fly.

*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. 

March 25, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'O' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/26/2023.

Performing Poets

They stand there for ages
Pouring out angst and woe,
Seeming to gain strength
As their words start to flow.
They curse and they swear,
Stand, scream and shout,
And I’ve really no idea
What they’re  talking about.

Just these loud strident voices
Hammering away in my head
I’m losing the will to live
I’ve long lost the thread.
If you thrive on your misery
Then that’s just fine
Done make me feel guilty for
A happy out look like mine.

I came here full of optimism
But now I’m near suicidal,
Reflecting on the merits of
The old Scolds Bridal,
A quick burst with a taser
Even E.C.T. shocks
Maybe even an hour or so 
Chaining them up in the stocks.

I’m finished, I’m  leaving 
Driven out at last,
Just a relict from
Their very recent past.
I’ve always supped
From the half full cup.
Just a final message,
For God’s sake, lighten up.

Satanology 7 Satan and Places

As damned territorial as lion,
On this, kind of unflinching Iron.
Not just on a single occasion 
Mention made of his sure location…

Ex-Occupant of Lord God’s Heaven
After acting worse than a Raven;
From it flushed out and he found Earth
And there had been before Creative Birth.

No regrets, though, over Expulsion
On Earth ‘A Flier’ in propulsion 
The same chaining for Christ‘s Temptation 
Christ muteness on this “Attestation.’’  
On Earth, seeker of crowd for snares,
A man there for damage, poor repairs 
Also the Non-Trodden Wilderness 
Unhappily yielding wildness 

Lot after Sodom, Xenophobia 
That could just suppress Claustrophobia, 
So, that Daughter might sleep with Dad
And The Hapless Old Guy gives a Lad…

Hatred

Are you so callous?
Twining thorns around my arms
Hoping to do me harm

Blood drips from my fingertips
My eyes blackened
Feelings forsaken

Are you so brazen?
Chaining my heart to your
Felonious feelings

Tears drip from my eyes
My fingers broken
Feelings forgotten

Are you so evil?
Breaking my back
To climb higher

Sweat drips from my forehead
My soul beaten
Feelings forgiven

Trauma

Silver knife in the heart 
Twisting
Crystalizing off of fear, building a fort to disappear
Forever
Black shadow upon my chest
Sucking the happines from my soul and leaving me among the rest
Empty
Running away from the stress
Choking on the truth
One neglect after another
Chaining me in a dark room,sunlight never shining in
A doll to control,stealing from the innocence
Taken while conscious, and gifted voidance

Infant Marriage

There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A Divine Pair”

The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse:
The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use…
Now, there are to be matches between a stout phallus and a hole
Too tender to start conceding a goal.
… As it could burst into flames, vowing to not forget
A treatment not befitting A Nugget.

Supposedly the answer to prolonged spinsterhood
But ironically worse than chaining widowhood:
Aiming to stall a woman’s heartbreak by insincere suitors
But keeping the infant wife constantly with sly mentors.

Paired up are a two owning contrasting tracks
By races audaciously upholding their cracks
Also, the clear encouragement of hateful inhibitions
And a stark support of deaf traditions.

Kidnappers

Guys eyeing a staggering ransom
And willing to unleash the gruesome
The senders to follow their uncomfortable instructions
Or get ready for the unpleasant ructions.

In a matter of minutes gagging protesting lips
On disobedient backs landing punitive whips
A chaining of the resisting limb,
Hopes of rescue making slim.

In unthinkable venue detaining their captive
Before him testing their firearms bloody active 
Any twist or turn attracting a warning shot
Unplanned funny moments punches tropically hot.

A hostage wishes things won't be savage
A dumping all day long like garbage,
His voice at the mercy of silencing sellotape
Body to the immovable tied against escape.

Kidnappers like bandits behave
Thesame choices of weapons making
Between knives so razor sharp they can shave
And hand guns that won't injury be faking.

There In Glistening Dewdrops, Invisible Worlds May Lie

There In Glistening Dewdrops, Invisible Worlds May Lie

There in glistening dewdrops, invisible worlds may lie,
unseen yet thriving beyond unimaginative thoughts,
etching those magical moments as sun's gleaming rays dry
salty tears as those born from bloody battles fought.

Shall we in our blindness, such possibilities deny,
parade in arrogance as if mankind knows all
forget the past, billions of tears survivors cry
when we race down our own imagined golden halls?

What holds true in mankind's bloody history of war deaths
could it be true, we are destroyers of our own course
chaining ourselves beneath dark waters, out of breath
speaking lies in frivolous, and useless discourse?

There in glistening dewdrops, invisible worlds may lie.
Etching those magical moments as sun's gleaming rays dry.

Robert J. Lindley, 
Sonnet, ( Poetically Looking Into Imaginative Realms And Seeing Reality )

Syllables Per Line:14 14 14 12 0 14 12 12 12 0 14 12 12 12 0 14 14
Total # Syllables::182
Total # Words::::::118

Freedom Is

Freedom is 
complex affairs
walking barefoot
lover’s shoes still warm
happy home


Freedom is 
landscapes of complication
binding flowers
Chaining pedals
Intertwining exit of padlocks

Freedom is 
desolate harmony
saxophone captivation
kidnapped instrument of dissonance

Freedom is
opposition-al terror
fists of illiteracy
callous and cold
bleeding knowledge


Freedom is 
heartbroken beauty
painting behind closet doors
The streets are 
Cold, Wet and Dark
profession of harrowing persistence


Freedom is
mother’s watching glare
Confined Shelter Protected 
Invulnerability heart
conditional truth
camouflaged passion 
her brainwashed eyes
See Your Freedom

Leave Your Hair Down

I see you walkin’ in 
long hair tied up 
lookin’ like you own it 
Honey, just leave your hair down

It’s like your hiding the light 
that’s shining bright as the Sun 
I see it chaining up your neck 
 Honey, just leave your hair down 

Walkin’ through so slow and cool
but that wild is just waiting for a pull,
just let it all come down, shake the world up; 
Honey, just leave your hair down

Let the rest of them crumble
when they get a taste of that thunder; 
Raise a little hell with that smile,
 Honey, just leave your hair down;

If I had my way 
there would never be a day
a light that bright would be hidden in shade;
Honey, just leave your hair down, 
Oh, just leave your hair down.

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