Enchained Poems

Celebrations a Freed Verse

CELEBRATIONS
enchained
pensive
  awaiting
an
unstoppable
 force
a proliferation
  to allure
 creating
an
image

often
 tempestuous
in nature
derives
from the
ineffable
particular
& self-making.
 articulating
 raw charisma
in a  pleasing
conceptin
&
  the embodiment
of
 elegance
 & conceit
 of  personality
discovered
integral
 to the legend
elitist
 available
only to a
 chosen few.

Carmen Et Error

What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I  awoke much too late.

'Tis to Tomi  now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.

Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much  preferred.

And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.

This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered  so far from my distant beloved Rome.

Surrounded I am by  dull furs and guttural sounds 
Where in my mind life   with  bright togas and verse abounds

If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.

Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed 
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.

Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto  plead for  his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks  in vain.

If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.

Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.

Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi  must now  serve as my grand  palace

We Can Change

There is hope for humanity;
we need to learn to get along
and move past the insanity
of doing what we know is wrong.
We left our caves;
then enchained slaves.

Our fate's fueled by vanity;
argumentative and headstrong
we're stewards of profanity
and can't tolerate trust for long.
It all sounds strange;
but we can change.

Reflections of the Daemon

As I close my dry, weary reddish eyes,

the daydreams of whence I was not alone 

pour forth in an enchanting kaleidoscope

with vast imagery and electrified emotions.

Some the brightest yellow and gold, others

a tawny, deep dark bluish black. But, they're 

mine; no one can take them away from me.

A new excursion into old memories begins.

You are to be pitied more than I...perhaps.

I soar above all your innumerable miseries, 

partaking within the nature of an angel; for

you've said, my place is not in your sphere. 

You have the earth; I have boundless space.

You, enchained below, by a thousand bonds

of your gross, materialistic, in-genuine cruxes. 

You attend your religious mass when convenient;

find time to pray only when you want something.

You cannot depart and plunge into a limpid sea

nor travel through the vastness of time and space.

Lost on your arid shores, my mind drinks deep

as I drown in the desert choking on your soul.

The Soul

She knows not when she was made
To wear the shackles and rest in pain

It's been ages since she opened these eyes 
But they are lying under so many layers

She can see, but the windows are not her own 
She can hear but the drums are of someone else

The Rind around her is tight
And  suffocating... 

She is the reason the Rind exists... 
But does It know... Does It appreciate? 

What if she tears it apart... And flee.. 
And why doesn’t she?


Pledges have enchained her? 
Or does she reckon flying a sin...? 

Eternity is calling its missing partner.. 
Bells of the Heaven are ringing.... 

But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
So thick that even celestial voices won't penetrate it

Caged in a body and bodily needs... 
She is losing her connection with heavens...

             *____________________*



Windows.. Eyes
Drums... Ears

She Knows Not

She knows not, when she was made
To wear the shackles, and rest in pain

It's been ages since she opened those eyes 
Which are lying under so many layers

She can see but the windows are not her own 
She can hear but the drums are of someone else

The Rind around her is tight & suffocating
She is the reason the Rind exists

Does It know?? Does It appreciate??
What if she tear it apart and flee?
And why doesn’t she? 
What pledges have enchained her? 
Or she too recons flying a sin!!

Eternity is still calling its missing partner 
Bells of the Heaven are ringing 

But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
And thick... even celestial voices won't penetrate it

Caged in a body, & bodily needs
She is losing her connections with Eden

                                            (Paghunda Zahid )

Great Escape

Growing up, I was always motivated to make a better life for myself, and

Regardless of the cost, I was determined to make life better for my family

Economic depression were words that enchained everyone dear to me, and

After completing High School was when I set out to make my bold move

There were no bloodhounds daring my escape; I was not exactly incarcerated

Escape, however, was the only option because no one offered a kind and pleasant exit

Slavery was a hundred years prior to my existence, but Jim Crow was alive

Christianity's meaning was twisted and turned upside down, but I knew that Christ was also alive, 

And whether here, there, or elsewhere, He was the key, mentally and spiritually, to my personal freedom

People of ill will, poverty, and politics notwithstanding, that wall of minimal opportunity and discrimination was doomed to fall

Even extreme poverty in the poorest state in America was no match for faith in God, family, and friends

010720PoSoupContest, Great Escape, John Hamilton

Day and Night

Some music takes me close…
  some pushes me further away

Feelings set free, feelings enchained
  day into night—night into day

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Cream Always Rises

A people once censored
  their limbs on the rack

All knowledge and freedom
  under constant attack

But cream always rises,
  and cows do come home

The truth never captive,
  enchained—or then owned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Tales From My Blazing Heart

All that I have been trying to say
Is that the reason you're so depressed
Is the same reason I'm so angry
And in this constant state of unrest

Believe it or not, I was just like you
I was down trodden, sad and stressed
Didn't want to believe that this life I was living
Was designed to be a competitive test

It was acknowledgment of the facts before me
That lay before my eyes
The majority of us are no more than slaves
Used, belittled and victimized

My sorrows turned to anger
Turned to fire in my heart
There's no time to wallow in misery
It's time we pick a start

For this madness cannot be allowed to continue
To keep us enchained and imprisoned
We must search for a better way of life
Together, create a new vision

Trepidation

The curse of an
inflated imagination.
An escarpment of thought
in a blistering mind.

An invasion of insolence
amidst a tempest-tossed
cacophony
of mewling memories.

A throat restricting,
heart galloping,
and eyes trembling.
A voiceless scream for help.

A crouching body
in cold defeat.
A quivering being,
gasping for an
exasperating breath.

Then, a ferociously seized breath -
transplanted
from an enchained soul,
gives birth to grave apathy.

A silent tear dissipates
into an endless ocean
of trepidation.

Again

I've lost it again,
 the time, the shine,
 I found, the Divine. 
 the care, the flair,
 My love, my prayer.
 The touch, the nudge, 
 The tears they smudge,
 my face, my heart,
 crumble, fall apart,
 wide eyed, conciled,
 confined, docile.
 bear it all, I fall,
 It's withdrawal,
 from love, it coups up,
 ardent, perturbed.
 It cuts, scratches, wounds
 Slashes,
 Snatches,
  you,
  from me,
  I bleed, I plead,
  Crawling, kneeling,
  I tread, squealing,
  pain remains,
  Enchained, restrained,
  Smirk, I feign,
  I've lost it again.

Resurrection of Paulus

Timothy, I've risen 
Out of death prison 
Out of darkness 
I was chained 

Tied down and beheaded 
Decapitated 
I've risen and grew
Away I flew 

I was enchained 
Restrained
I suffered 
On a perfect grade

Endured 
Forbeared
Stomached
Afflictions 

Sadness
Grief distress 
Accepted 
Fullness dirtiness

Love's capable and powerful
Good invaluable treasure
Untreated, Integer
I'm word of love now

I reign with love now 
Royal - no wicked doubtful broken
Unscrupulous failed perverse mind
I have a clean conscience 

I thank love 
which I worship 
Due to love
I stand and do not slip

Timothy, I've risen!

Free

Free.......
The chains just clink n clank
as the breeze swirl around..

Mind enchained  n thoughts blank
Smouldering silence n no sound..

And to them pessimism n grief flank
__ thirst for freedom now abound..

Chains  broken by mind frank
    the thoughts free fall on ground..

Now....the clank is jingle
                       the blank single
                           the flank mingle.........
                with ground around n
                Sound abound my thoughts 
                             ARE.   FREE!!!!

My Iron Lung, My Iron Love

Descending down the spiral steps to hell;
Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow.

As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell;

Into the flames do I merrily go:

Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth
Before softened lips move closer t’wards I;
Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth -
My lungs become gills…her perfume is dry.

And as my squalid breath cries out for more
Some might proclaim of me that they’re aghast -

But does the ocean reach for sandy shore?

Such is the case.  

As such:

My love is vast.

Thus, to the woman who still takes my breath -
 
 My love will hold for you…until I’m held by death. 

(I miss you)

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1/29/2017

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