Controlled Poems - Poems about Controlled

Nazriel Rising Small World Ace She was as pretty as ever on this night With me smitten to bits with her aura As we met on our usual pickup location Nazriel that one who so compliments me We were on an official business briefing One of Epic proportions with intricacies This time the operation was offshores With me providing intel logistic n liaison We...

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"Who Am I" Voices in my head the unheard of They mimic, they pester, they lie All to just torture my mind Who Am I... Who Am I... I question I can no longer answer They've erased Me, Myself and I Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind Who Am...

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Cadaverous climate controlled cave creature (Idea birthed, engendered, and germinated from Lombok Indonesia earthquakes On 5 August 2018, a destructive and shallow earthquake measuring Mw 6.9 (ML 7.0 according to BMKG) struck the island of Lombok, Indonesia), rendering Johnny on the spot, Jack of all trades able, eager, ready, and willing to rig up much sought after jakes, which...

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For precision of movement Taking aim on dead air Is like magic Eye, to hand, to target But this dead air Is stagnant No movement Due to it's presence I'm not hovering Waiting for my next breath It's shallow And my capacity is low I'm afraid to fill my lungs In such an enclosed space And I can't recall When my vision was clear The sequence of events That lead me...

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Love plays all shadows Cosmic reference holds tight Human free planets Invasive species Inevitable losses...

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What I knew as I grew? Little, true. What's taboo? Not a clue. Now I'm old, life on hold, sold and polled, sites enrolled; things controlled....

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Man who does not live in godliness is far away from God's blessings. If one renews not his life, it won't be good for him. He who stays away from wicked deed has steadfast and strong faith....

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You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge. Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching. I just was entranced by the sea of you. Black full hair, corduroy pants, tweed jacket. Book of our favored poet, rested on the bridge lustily. ~ ee Cummings, his poetry blessed our union, for eternity. That magnificent, modern poetry, not meant to be in any...

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Creative Wild, wanton ...

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When I was a kid, I learned the meaning of balance by walking railroad tracks. It was both fun and a self-imposed classroom. At some point in my life, I learned that isolation was not a good thing when it contributed to the death of people disconnected from others. Nevertheless, in 2020, I am learning the value of...

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“The Dead Life” (Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told) Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head. Most nights are dreamy, some nights are sad. Fears of our days under lights brightly shining. Return to us in...

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MY FIRST DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE (with apologies for fumbling) I Unless underlying Peace is our bedrock Surface war delude As beneath strong waves Oceans are at peace II Shalom, siblings Good Creation Designer God IS and named: Peace III Recall nuns Cloisters call Of Peace, Ohh IV They know something TRUE We sometimes do too V F L O W -- NOTE: In Line #3, I ought to have written "Surface wars delude," or "Surface...

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What's going on here Something feels way off Barely keeping a grip This is controlled chaos Everyone is running In different directions They can't get far Alarms sound on detection With it's sensative sensors The secondary defense's They tripped the alarm So very relentless Someone has slipped by But they won't stay lost We will catch them This is controlled chaos. You patience will be tested To...

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Intentionally deceived by those that augmented dubiously. An Innocence killed by lies that seemed real. Now, what a heart should feel is controlled by strength of will. Entombed down deep inside a garnet red does hide. Tossed away, you lost, I'm afraid....

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(Idea engendered from Lombok earthquake: Indonesia) Nary a chink of illumination pierces thru thick cavernous rock solid chamber home to this crepuscular anchorite, who spent untold countless chunks of time holed up deep underground initially to escape deadly blight, that afflicted vast swaths of twenty first century long fostered...

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