Freedom for those who stood to speak.' In a system rotten
At every move it creaks." u k gaols used to frighten and
Suppress the vast majority, justice is not.' This is a mess!
Free your citizens ( enough of thought crimes!) You spoke
Loud about some sausages.' Or was that karma Divine?
Whatever quyeer reasons? I'm calling his time.' May
Trump stand on your neck; Sunshine' Maybe then you'll release them yet? Get them back up on deck.' I say free Tommy Robinson raise the rafters U K.' Let the good word be carried on the streets
And good vibes, return unto Britain in these days.'
Categories:
gaols, america, christian, courage, education,
Form: Rhyme
His thoughts a noose round the neck
That betrays progress into better ray,
Prisoner self-chained to surreal wreck
Of diamond burdens beyond their say.
His pulses another swift drift away
From lanes of wit and clear sense;
Obstinate caudal slip in weird sway
Toward gaols well inevitable hence.
His bias-bankrupted soul's whims
Far defy practicality and her gists;
Tagging kettle black as old pot dims
In his eyes its erst death-dark twists.
His lobe preened to nab things null,
Throbs to tap vocular waves vacant
As shards of a myths-neutered skull;
More void and louder than airs want.
And his appetites stirred wild like tides
Over tempestuous seas wayward spill;
Milk's cream along filthy paths guides,
Honey's decoys his glances snare still.
Categories:
gaols, 3rd grade, allegory, allusion,
Form: Didactic
FATE'S FOOTFALLS
I'm on the thirty-five yard line
theball is in my hand
But I trip and fumble first down
I got a job now suddenly I'm fired
this must be my call
I'm then tackled it's...fates footfalls
I'm running for my life
Seems like I'm forever being chased
By life misfortune trying to reach the line of scrimmage
Recieving down yhe field of life to be the winner
Even a field goal would mean much
Running past defensive tackles
What's the matter life's trying stop my touchdowns
But I run on firm and strong
gonna past those gaols for a touch down
All this bring it on, I'm gonna make it through lifes game
Gonna win that Superbowl ring
And I won't be tackled by fates footfalls
03/7/18
For Contest: FATE'S FOOTFALLS
Sponsored by: JOHN LAWLESS
©2018
Categories:
gaols, analogy, appreciation, change, history,
Form: Free verse
I do all day think,
are there gaols I’ve not achieved?
Yes, of course, many!
Poetry, my voice, poetry,
a portal, open, I write, no one hears.
The one goal for me, for the world,
harmony, peace, other goals no point!
I think of leaders, people
who lead folk astray,
destroying hope, goals, sadness!
Hypocrites they are,
the one man who tried died,
his spirit floundered.
Before it’s to late help the world,
achieve for all, love, harmony, peace!
I do all day think,
are there gaols I’ve not achieved?
Yes of course many!
The one I would love,
and with help, we could achieve, world
PEACE
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3/3/18
Free Verse on Sadness (again) - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Laura Loo
Categories:
gaols, peace, sad,
Form: Free verse
LOVERS LEAPb>
How long the days of lovers cleft
The brittle feel of nights bereft
Where restless wind through cedar claws
The rasping void of canyon jaws.
The close up call of raptor hoot
Distant tolls to our melancholic mood
Cobalt darkness gulfs o’er world's unseen
And conjures voids where we'd lonely been.
Can this be fair we soft beseech
Our love away and out of reach
And more like us there surely is
A crowded rim ‘round bleak abyss.
We try for slumber the soothing balm
A haven sought, a merciful calm
A place of refuge where torments laid
To rest, if only, if only our thoughts allayed.
But sleep won't come our cherished goal
Instead accelerates this mindless roll
Whirligigged mind but of pleasure void
We ride again this tormenting toy.
Is this the way of minds unhinged
Sleep deprived and nerves well singed
Of thoughts ensnared beyond release
More woven now than bovine fleece.
Dawn creeps in, an early siren wails
Our hollow eyes are pits or gaols
But sounds there are, a creeping swell
To rescue minds near lost pell-mell.
Categories:
gaols, absence,
Form: Free verse
Could a sadder face there be?
Oh Crying eyes,
melancholy.
Please, don't drip
those salty drops.
So many kisses I'd give to stop!
I am yours
you are mine
we will get threw in little time.
For what is life?
A little race?
We set the gaols
we make the pace.
So with me run.
We will get threw.
You help me, I'll help you
Sure and keen
eye's on the mark
Let's give this course
a little spark.
Slow to see a river glide
forest green, country side.
Drink in scent of hewy blooms,
pause to touch in cedar rooms
Give this chase a pinch of spice
A season spent to melt the ice,
that grips us when,
we do fear,
of wasted steps,
passing years.
Categories:
gaols, cheer up, life, uplifting,
Form: Prose Poetry
"Have you called Brigit yet?" A friend to bawl and
Here she is, in times or tales of plight and fight,
peace and flight.
One year for every finger on each hand,
one to hold and one to rend.
Will you send me to the brig? To serve is
My only, gaols please? At ease Deedee!
Have I given ten years, ten tours, twin yours?
To win, Towing a boat, about the great blue
Blew sea, Ya so? The windy, windy day.
He, she, it knows by nose, line by line.
Tortured me, then? Shall I, aye, aye capt'n!
Anything else? De rein! The rain, knows things.
Deaf, dumb, and blind, am I.
Have I bought the illusion of chi-says?
'Bolt is the fastest, I am the slowest and the lowest.
There is de rein to due, except for all my debts.
Before I knew it, I signed on the dotted line- lye on.
Mortar and lye built this house, my love is a mouse.
I am a polyglot, fully human and humane, and animal
at best, and person without rest. Call on me, pourquoi?
A lifetime of slavery have I, et de rein. Ecoute!
Without the accent, I asked the Law'd to save my
Rave'n.
Categories:
gaols, adventure, animal, brother, change,
Form: Rhyme
Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain
with the rage of shadows past
I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain
Listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way
Slither Slider Sludge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of light a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day
We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight
His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay
Begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear, the child heart crying
I had to let him stay
my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols
And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad
Categories:
gaols, child, childhood, education, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate,
swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round,
pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit,
the messages stammer in running aground,
teleprompt thoughts, the lost and found.
Tracings of despotic imprints of hate,
spidering sly with malevolent spread,
pricking the conscience with rapier tips,
‘till the fascist facsimiles buzz in the head,
engraved black and white, living and dead.
Encephalograph hieroglyphs consciously cry,
blindingly fast with a vengeful agenda,
the bars of the gaols and the barbs in the wire,
imposed on the faces of freedom’s surrender,
haunted and gaunt, stripped of defender.
Democracy gored in the jaws of the jackals,
mercy in masticate, oppression writ tall,
dictatorship figureheads, rancid and crazy,
fingerprint guilt taps the primal nerve crawl,
and we feel the disgust, but do nothing at all.
Categories:
gaols, allegory, life, mystery,
Form: I do not know?