Cuffed Poems | Examples

Hairy Morning

Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip. 
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,  
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.  
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.

Law Enforcement Violates Our Constitutional Rights Regularly Now

they swagger in badges
hallways of fluorescent lies
drag me by the collar
into their personal theater of power

guns gleam like broken promises
questions barked through gritted teeth
hands cuffed before words finish
justice danced on cold linoleum floors

they say order is sacred
while stomping the petals of freedom
paper walls of our rights
tear under boot heels

every knock at midnight
echoes the guillotine’s whisper
we’re born equal on paper
but in their hands, paper bleeds dry

and still—
we hope for mercy
in the belly of this machine

The Art of Identity

The words
cease to resonate,
not my voice's fault
nor the walls,
it is the absence of
my yang,

sister self;
emerging,
new world
unsheathing its 
unease:
there were two
cries of joy.

Reverberation or
affirmation,
and was there ever
a difference
in the sando shops 
where we stole 
tuna mayo onigiri,
or in the hospital,
where we were no longer
wide-eyed and 
buck-toothed,

and you learned
your husband was infertile;
you hadn’t seen
your reflection
in years,
no matter how much
I tried 
to see mine,

so in the bridges
where the futatsu dirty
faced bandits
used to roam;
one on the side
where the stars
could greet her
and the other
facing the earth
and its restraints,
only tremors
from our lips,
identical tones;
I was your shadow,
you, the moon.

Now; in the barren
cadence of one-half
of a voice,
with her half message,
the hitotsu
phantom warrior
cuffed herself
to the hand-made robes
and teary-eyed skies
of her memories.

Flash Mob Walt Marie

Exploding transformers on the street,
flash mob;

Unable to see they move so fast,
frenzied;

Left licking senses buried in sweat,
spun out;

Synchronized for streamlined destruction  
all night;

City streets cuffed and in their control
‘til dawn.

The Corrupt Judicial System, Hillsborough County, Florida

the air reeks of stale coffee and ink-stamped lies,
judges sit like smug kings,
smirking over lives they'll never live,
dismissing truth with a gavel's cough.

innocent men shuffle like cattle,
faces drawn, hands calloused from the grind—
plead guilty or rot waiting.
'justice, ' they call it,
while the lawyers get fat off their despair.

the court stenographer types it all up,
the lies, the twisted logic,
and the perjury sworn like gospel
under a fluorescent crucifix.

if you or I did what they do,
we'd be cuffed and carted off,
but they wear robes like armor,
cloaked in immunity,
proud in their manipulation,
gods of small, dirty kingdoms.

good men shrink in fear,
their courage ground down
by the grinding stone of this machine—
truth doesn't pay,
honor doesn't sell,
and doing the right thing
is the fastest way to lose.

Hillsborough,
where the guilty are freed
and the innocent are crushed,
where justice is just another game
rigged from the start,
Callused, without a true heart.

Tethered

Tethered to a sandman’s chair 
Oblivious and yet aware
Who would think or know 
Abstraction would be a show
Of endearing love and such care
Nonetheless fingers crossed in air
Cuffed and bound no escape
A tethered rope invisible stake
Yet here I sit and simply stay
Sandman’s victim on this day 
Seeking freedom from this curse
Laiden bare within a hearse
Run my soul and free yourself 
Brass cross entangled on the shelf 
Feathers from high talk to me
Angels whispers to set me free
Run run my freed soul
Whispers peak to make me whole

Dreams Within Dreams

My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human

Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.

As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.

Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?

Longing

Time flows slowly, 
When everything is standing still, 
You wait and wait, lonely, 
While life moves along at will. 
I'd give anything for my desire, 
The hourglass never ends,
So much passion and fire,
Broken will, easily bends. 
This torment has to be a ring of hell,
To know you're destined for pain, 
The emotion in you begins to swell,
The fury and anguish drive you insane. 
You'll never be enough, 
You're not gonna change, 
Mental shackles have you cuffed,
Darkest thoughts leave you deranged.

This is Well

This is…..well

I live close to an airport
and a factory just exploded near
a bit of me was a bit disappointed
If this is my intro
Duck shin
It gets worse
What do you think And drew
a breath
thought when he looked upon
William is WIll.I.AM without
spots clouts spouts 
Can you be blem or is it just ish 
Do they
make prince shaped hand
Cuffed
Is just cuf well fed
Zombie symbol in his purpled stilleto boots
pierce the pedo Prince you disgraced
My name is
slime covered babies
Just a question are you sure
you didn’t give me the after
birth death the mess betw in een 
I know what comes after death.
just a full stop
See I am sure there is more of me’s in hear
and if you think
I used the wrong hear the rest of me’s
are listening
in case
The me that’s 
Righting escape
messages to you


Need to go their starting
to form groups
In the shadows

Yeah

Yeah
I am still here
Stuck
Cuffed
In place
By golden shackles
I wallow
In mud
And eat dust
Suffer
The hollow men
Do it
For a dream
Or is it
All just a dream
Days just meld
Welded together
Time fly’s
Time slows
The mud
The dust
How I hate
The hollow men

A Tale of Two Cities

An impetus purposed writes of two conceptual me; cuffed and uncuffed.

FIRST: The absolute is "London," a story riddled with facts; "Kingdom of Sweden ...," characters of notoriety and the usual drama of infidelity, innocence, loyalty,  the young family, and of a kingdom's people. REALITY

The abstract is "Paris," a story riddled with fiction that writes as I go, "A Name if it be ...," character's are real, and are not, whimsy factors in, visual setting, who took the first scene becomes the main, yet secondary is the notable poet, "Poe" but the fictitious brother-in-law grasp the whole 'off-the-cuffs,' 'shot-in-the-dark'--WHOLE STORY initiated via social media's posted picture of his devotion, Lenore--the human element, Poe--infidelity.

The Cat and the Fish

The gap is so minutely thin,
Almost in his mouth is their fin;
A thin film of water divides,
Slides their line of touch and face hides...!

Mouth-water-wetting cat ponders,
His mind, in wings of thought, wanders;
Fish successfully gets him bluffed,
Yet, he does not show he is cuffed...!

The urge of his heart is at peak,
His taste buds a fish-bit does seek;
A disappointment shadows him,
Determination too goes grim...!

Did he get them at all? Don't know,
Don't know at last his face did glow;
Midst wishes sometimes failures fall,
Life's, yet, an existential call...!!!

Nuts and Bolts

The High Constable received quite a jolt

   When the nut he nabbed decided to bolt

      T'was discovered he muffed

         When the scoundrel he cuffed

            Worse yet, he fled on the Constable's colt

Craving Rimas Dissolutas

Strum on my wrecked nerves 'til I faint
cuffed and connected to your pick;
I'll be the oil on your guitar 
hitting your pulse points with my gasp;

Left with need I'll have no complaint
except when the encore's a trick;
That just takes it a step too far.
like your hand on a broken clasp;

Turning you on with my desire,
becoming the craving you rasp.

Animal

Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit by gloat and brute. 

Animals in suits,
Sustained by entree manner,
Tasting morsels, cheering lutes;
To labor, bond and banner.

Animals in petticoats, 
Puffed in crinoline,
Corsets sweep beneath the bloat,
Ensure the meal’s unseen.

Animals in linen,
Lain in duvets, eider down,
Sunken pelt a skin had been in,
Before its fur had come to town.

Animals in animal,
Adorned disguise of dermis,
Woven threads of blastemal,
Posture vermin with a vermis.

Animals in animals,
Piquant bones to gnaw,
Ascetic starving cannibals,
Feed on creed and law.

Animals in groups,
Extensions of the self,
Lain in egg to cracked coops,
Atop a thrifted shelf.

Instead of rounding out our edges,
To conform our shape to objects,
End the heed, the empty pledges,
Be animal: love and sex.

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