Power is a mighty powerlessness.
Power is a hamstrung powerlessness.
A desperate power is the beginning
of the end of powerlessness.
A dominant power is an impuissant
chimera.
Power is a reflective powerlessness.
Unrequited life is an unwavering powerlessness.
A supine powerlessness is a source of unfortunateness.
Categories:
impuissant, courage, dream,
Form: Free verse
Hinged
I flew across the border, with my wings spread wide
Fear, tear and blood - was all I saw.
A little one of four
clenched her fist,
she held a flower her mother kissed.
There was anger in her eyes,
said she hated how her mother lies.
She hated how they have to hide - hide from them
I saw them - fighting - again.
A war that caused so much of pain!
There were screams -
of people dying, and of many new born crying.
Thunderous sounds of swords swinging in the air
cutting through peoples' neck, head and elsewhere.
With her clenched hands she toddled towards safety,
asking me to come.
I was disguised, and appeared glum.
The little girl was shot - right through her heart -
right in front of my motherly eyes.
I was impuissant, I could not even touch her.
I heavily watched her bite the dust.
I was hinged to my illusory grave on the battleground -
where now,
my little one will also be found.
Categories:
impuissant, child, emotions, fairy, heaven,
Form: Blank verse
Soothing scintillas
Do kiss an impuissant swain
In weird, wintry pain.
England seems hoary--
Throttling cold untold lashes
The land of glory.
Categories:
impuissant, winter,
Form: Haiku
Conquered by the circumambient incandescent
We are impuissant to all illumination
Its conflagrant presence remains incessant
The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation
Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent
Beauty transmogrified to incarceration
Destitute to substance of atramentous
Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness
Reverse fear of aura that is portentous
The cosmos suffocating, attempting solace
Abyss of chaos, our species remains apprentice
Our essence, Yang without Yin, remains starless
Categories:
impuissant, absence, analogy, beautiful, day,
Form: Rhyme
Deep beneath this cover of mortality
There are flicker demons battling with me
They wait patiently for my impuissant side
But a fighter stands on the wings of evil
Once held back by a taunting past
Of abuse and disregard
Hidden away waits a torrid woman
Of fluid flesh and bone
Heart and soul
Rendering love and kindness
With a lasting yearning to succeed
Now the wounds have since long ago healed
But their affects periodical linger
I have learned much from my own pain
And the strength and courage I’ve acquired instill radiance
That will radiate in my light of hope
Categories:
impuissant, recovery from..., uplifting, visionary
Form: Bio