My mind is so prismatic,
constantly thinking all erratic,
the perfect cage,
to hold the rage,
but wait...
I am all that it can hate,
whilst inside it is trapped,
I must find a way to adapt,
but it makes me feel inept,
maybe locking it away I will regret,
I've lost it's skill,
it bends my will,
this is a deep battle that I can feel,
within a loose free verse,
shadow holds me to its curse,
bound like a mothers purse,
trying harder to just stop me,
like the jail cell in monopoly,
it screams self doubt,
but I have no doubt,
on creating rhyme schemes properly.
Once a free happy man enjoying the outdoors
Surrounded now by jail bars that don’t bend
Inmate correction to society
A life that totally went apart, and have no name but a number
A place an inmate lives and slumbers
Among the multitudes of other inmates
A Heaven’s sake
No money nor a dime
This is what you get when you commit a crime
Behind the jail cell an inmate could lose their mind
No windows showing a view
Jail time to pursue
No family wants to be bothered in contact
No fact as it is just like that
Prison is no place one should be
Take it from an inmate
No luxury to see
Attitudes high
Fights often break out
An inmate must watch their back as they move about
No decent food to eat
No changing of clothes only what the jail provides
Correction Officers look the other way in being estray
Inmate voice
Having no choice.
Artificial intelligence is the future with more of the same
Just a more scary aggressive approach and a new look.
Racist bots, systematic manipulation and race based preferences as usual.
Bots claiming we are woke, bots claiming we are ghetto
Bots claiming we had something that looked like a weapon in our hand before it takes our breath,when it was a cellphone .
Bots complaining about DEI, bots profiling and bots even filling the jail cell disproportionately with people of color.
I don’t know if I am ready for this version of AI but it looks like it is coming..
I don’t see where it will benefit everyone or will it make things fair or life any easier.
More of the same just a different looking offender.
Wedding dress rides bicycle.
She cracked ribs staring in my window.
Crocodile teardrops jail cell.
Peat shale lignite.
Venus squaw bean.
Police car mother death.
Late September,
Drugstore beads. sandalwood.
He was right at home with 'being himself',
And had 'never a longing' to be anyone else.
To others, it was as if he was in a jail cell,
But from his perspective, all was well.
It seemed, in a cave, forever he would stay,
And there was little he ever wanted to say.
For sure, he was shy, preferring to be alone,
And in a cocoon is where he felt right at home.
In time, nature forced his exit from the shell,
And he was then compelled to show and tell.
A boy named Bobby came along, and Terry changed.
Bobby didn't see Terry as someone acting strange.
Before Bobby, everyone simply stood and stared.
Terry was 14 when Bobby expressed that he cared.
Fortunately, Bobby and Terry became the best of friends.
Friendship was the key that unlocked Terry way back then.
One of those castoff items that we shove
Promptly deemed ‘junk’ upon a second glance.
I hid you on the highest shelves above
With a slim ‘someday’ of a second chance.
In solitude you stoically withstood
The cruel confinement you were sentenced to.
With dogged demeanour of solid wood
You kept your composure as if you knew.
Oft butting heads over your checked acts,
My late dad and his dad battled so well.
Though I delved not in your strategic tracts,
My grandsons set you free from jail cell spell.
That chessboard - centrepiece I now hold dear,
Your pieces shine, each one is carved with love.
When boys butt heads I smile in silent cheer,
Imagine dads are smiling from above.
Artifacts may lose temporary trend,
Then triumph tenfold in the timely end.
fool me once shame on
me ~ fool me twice shame on you ~
but more I ignore ...
facts of life ~ well taught
lives well ~ so-so not so well ~
not at all ... jail cell
Spring to life ... summer
lounge ... fall remembered ~ then say
colder than least year
I dream to forget
you ... not at night but by day
~ you haunt my nightmares ...
*heard you of ... four two
three then none ... handstand yoga
taught by an angel
*baby crawl on fours, adult stands on two, elder's cane makes three, Heavenly carry leaves none ~ then mine is a parody pun.
spiritual
conversations
screaming
the jail cell
where the wickedness festers
like worms on a plate
of sacred bread
eaten in secret
and divided amongst the disciples of Hell
Worst cry ever heard, a scream from the depths of a soul
It’s a silent scream that can only be felt
By another heart that cares and refuses to scold
Never condemns but offers God’s grace. love, and help
She was standing in a jail cell
Was there for murdering a man
Asking, "Can I be saved from this hell,
My soul is sinking way down."
He stood frozen in disbelief
Could he be hearing such dire words
Her face showed remorse and grief
For the evil she had done
What in her life caused such despair
How had she come to this real low
Did she kill out of hatred or fear
These hard cold facts he didn’t know
Her question was etched on his mind
He gave the answer that pardons all
One he hoped she would not decline
Trust in Jesus Christ, the Lord
Have you ever known that cry in the depths of your soul
The silent scream that tears at your very being
Ripping you apart, leaving you numb, even cold
My only balm was God’s grace, mercy, and love
You used to be a gentle lover
Memories of that now just hover
Over a cold dark jail cell
You created from the hell
Pills you took broke your spirit
It so hard to try and clear it
Once you start this filthy habit
You are hooked, each day you grab it
Addiction is now your friend
Your whole world comes to an end
Wrecked by a habit you can't break
Each day trying hard to fake
Your love for me was stronger than
The bottles you bought from a "friend"
But the proof is in a file
The damaged you caused its really vile
Abusing me with fists so hard
Always catching me off guard
The black and blue that I now wear
Will soon slowly disappear
But the scars that will soon show
Are staying with me as I grow
Being more cautious the next time
Not falling for another "crime"
Of passion that isn't true
A hard lesson I learned from you
I'm about to lose my mind
when did we become unkind
to our other human beings
and all of their needs and feelings
where did the great passion go
this world used to see and know
without asking we'd be there
now we need to be aware
of dangers lurking all around
we have to take leaps and bounds
to get this world back in good shape
there is no way to escape
all the horror that we face
why can't we learn to erase
all the hate and racism
we are living in a prison
and the sentence is life long
until once again we're strong
this jail cell will never open
without prayers and lots of hopin'
there'll be no more wars to fight
in harmony we will unite
You're a pain that hurts in the right places
You stabbed my heart and killed me right before the tongue hit the septum of my heart
Emotionally battered
I have been victimized by my circumstances
Tying my heart up in strings
Stealing my dignity and making me a prisoner
I long to be bound free
But constrained to this jail cell somewhat feels right
Had my father acted his part right
All this behind the scenes drama wouldn't be what the public sees
But here we are and all I wish is for this moment to seize
Enough of self pity
I am not the first person to be neglected by their father
I am not the first person longing for a father figures love
And that's where I have it all wrong
Healing doesn't come from whining and dining with pain
Reciting it day and night like it's a galaxy of change
I am the broken crayon with beautiful colors
And I won't colour the world without trying to do so amid my pain
Don't feel pity for me
I have my full limbs intact
Speech perfectly orated
What more can I ask for?
The heavens are besides me every single day of my way and so to be circumspectly broken is all I circumstancially want right now.
even her dungeon was painted amethyst
her husband, his unforgiving jail cell he missed
Death of a loved one
Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then,
How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen;
Later, like the ache of an amputated limb,
Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew grim...!
I know, from the frail earthen pitcher of physique,
Your soul, O my mother, that, for long, was homesick;
Had taken its flight far from this interim earth,
And amalgamated into the endless mirth...!
It's not due to doubts about your life eternal,
Nor the chance of being a creature infernal;
Your passing through the gateway of naked newness,
Is as clear as crystal to me, though seems clueless…!
Tingles of your touches tinged into tenderness,
Turned too into touch-me-not of tentativeness;
Your existence in me is a continuum,
It's not a cloudy chemical residuum...!
I know your death is not a dark dusk but a dawn,
Designs of resurrection are dazzlingly drawn;
Ignorance that ignites the minds with illusion,
Fails to form fundamentally free faith fusion...!!!
04 April 2023
Death of a loved one Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.
She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.
She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
She lost her only child and she's also paralyzed.
She's paralyzed from the neck down and she will never walk again.
He drove while intoxicated and two people paid for his horrible sin.
That drunk driver learned that drinking and driving is a stupid thing to do.
When he hit that woman's car, there wasn't just one victim, there were two.
When that man became intoxicated, he drove and without even thinking twice.
A stupid decision was made and because of ignorance, she's paying the price.
The drunk driver feels remorse for his mistake and as he sits in a jail cell, he sheds tears.
This story is nothing new, there are many thousands of drunk driving fatalities every year.
(This poem is fictional but it has been and will continue to be reality for many people)
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