Long Free reign Poems
Long Free reign Poems. Below are the most popular long Free reign by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Free reign poems by poem length and keyword.
We raised three daughters.
Doing our best to let them know that we adored them.
What they did after we released them into the world was up to them.
Most of their choices were good.
Some not so great, but we still let them know that we loved them.
And even if we were being babies, throwing root beer on each other and such,
They knew that we loved each other and them too – vastly important for children.
Our children have been seated at a smorgasbord of choices and opportunities.
We gave them free reign in a lot of instances,
marveling at how they ran with it,
or ignored our ideas completely, managing to glean better ones on their own.
They were not inducted or strong-armed into any particular value system
except the value of human’s feelings, and of animals’ worth.
We both agreed on that, and the fact that no religion is the only religion.
My husband and I are spiritualists,
believing in the one-ness and goodness of all.
Non-believers of absolutism, or only-way-type stuff, we did not encourage them to adopt
any particular religion or politics. We felt this would help them better see the light in others.
My husband and I have raised a Republican, a Democrat and an Independent.
Three unique clear-of-mind, clear-of-self daughters,
each with diverse ideas of doing things.
We released them into the wild of society to find their own ways, and learn to believe in themselves.
As a result, they have their own traditions, their own ideals,
and their own ideas.
Raising three independent, assertive, strong American
women makes us feel proud, and successful.
They are flexible, open-minded, and best of all,
value both humans and animals.
The most imperative thing we taught them
was the importance of love. They live that.
We knew this would serve them well when we released them into the wild.
They each identify with a different religion; none of them ours.
We are insanely proud!
Anchored stricken;
Home grow religion;
Borrowed freedoms;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Arithmetic context;
Virtual biceps, malicious cell texts;
Borrowed freedoms, stolen hearts;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms, buildings parts;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematics;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Intrenched unyielding;
Human’s thoughts selfish;
Can’t be told nothing unbelieving;
Denying the powers there of self-complacent resist?
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
My ways are not your ways;
My thoughts not yours also;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
This don’t be that;
As a matter of fact;
The fruit doesn’t fall far from the branch to the ground;
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematic;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Passionate about a rebirth life
On this side of the grass
My ways are now align with His ;
My thoughts now holy spiritually hon purposed;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Now of the understanding I know longer choose
All things are from Him and In Him God is All things
So when I allow the things of God to free reign
Just and only for His abounding glory, for His blessings
For His honor, again His glory Hallelujah
12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Deep in the woods
The dirt road went deep in the woods where bad things happened
There were shacks in the trees with guard dogs in front of them
Traffic went in and out, with ongoing illegal activity happening
License plates on the vehicles would change, when they leave
They had free reign to do anything, cops in their pockets participated
Drugs, money laundering, assaults, abuse, all the worst kinds of acts
People came from out of town and out of state too, for a long time
Later the shacks burned down, leaving the rubble near the brook
Remnants of evil laid on the ground of children’s lives fractured
--- In the woods ---
Heidi Sands
8/23/17
Let that myth die that rhymes freedom refrain,
That, grammar a sonnet’s sweetness fetter,
That, pen’s creativity they constrain,
Nay, they add to their beauty, scarce deter.
The metre that appears to restrain,
In truth, entices a sonnet to sing,
For, where would pleasure be if there’s no pain?
To autumn’s ache owes the splendour of spring.
Strings get tuned only when chords suffer strain,
A sonnet, when goes through its tests of fire,
Ah heaven-sent blessing they all, no bane,
Rhymes boost sonnet’s spell much like temple’s spire,
Let no lyrics claim free reign of a crown,
Lest their free will pull the poesy down.
___________________________________________
Sonnet |10.06.2024| poetry, poesy
WHAT AILETH THEE??
What aileth thee, my soul, that thou art sad?
Why have thine words stopped pouring out in pain?
Why doth thou from poetry now abstain?
Wherefore art thou in melancholy clad?
Thou knowest that sans words, thou wilt turn mad,
Tell me how to make thee cheery and sane ~
What aileth thee?
Look at others around thee, aren't they glad?
Why not, for once, let words have their free reign?
Then thou wilt feel such joy thou can't contain,
Don't live on subtractions, just let smiles add ~
What aileth thee?
20th October, 2022
For Jeff Kyser's "Rousing Rondine" contest
Little boy lost in echoes of his past.
Not knowing though never forgetting.
In things that linger in memories unspoken.
Lost and alone always foreboding thoughts.
Dreams of nightmares scattered across his mind.
Colors are always dark and muted in a fog.
So many drugs on this lost highway.
Some days were filled with blue skies.
Most often than not colors of gray muted walls.
Bruises were a constant on wrists and ankles.
There is always that sinking feeling rising up.
Words and memories flashed through his mind.
It is a place of control except for no control at all.
It is free reign here to do what is pleasing for some.
The mind can take you away from places you can't deal with.
He locked away secrets, deep inside, as he tried to forget.
As he watched the paintings on the wall changing forms.
As they took him places he longed to be, to forget things.
He did not want to see, dreams of nightmares and evil things.
As this boy never understood bringing to near death.
When the song of the holy rang out in his ears.
He thought he had nothing in this life to fear.
And in the end, this lost boy slipped off to heaven.
Never to be seen again, with anyone to cry for him.
3 am 3/ 24/ 2012 I took the liberty of putting 3- 4 stories in one poem/ my X was a cop, and he told me a few stories of him & his team rescuing those boys.
Just a simple inbox from Mr. Freedom Writer’s Ink that’s
All it took, to
Make me think outside the box
Eventually, I tried a new thing
Shaking up the brain mater and
Making up the words
calling on his expertise,
Incongruously free reign, no rules he said to me
Now almost a year later, no
End in sight you see, still there to
Reassure the shy ones, to take up the pen
Never growing weary of urging others on,
Even when down, he lifts himself up, cause
Yesterday is gone; a new day is dawning and a new talent to unearth
*James McInerney bugged me for weeks to try and write something on his site..
Little did I know it would grow into something I would enjoy and still do, this is my way of showing my appreciation for his dedication and support*
WOKE AND BROKE
USA, how did it become so terribly lewd?
Evil has taken free reign in all neighborhoods.
Children are being slaughtered almost each day.
While incompetent leaders, look the other way.
Streets we used to traverse with ease and frivolity.
Now, in absentia, totally absent of congeniality.
The news spews untrue words to divide us.
The leader of the free world, who dares to cuss?
Our most honored allies, we sorely do ignore.
But with Communist nations, we like to score?
The American Flag is burned with utmost joy.
On our knees to the Taliban, true bullyboys!
Burning down our major cities,with hideous masks?
“Hoodyville” is where we are expected to perform daily tasks!
We are Nazi-like, mandated to get a vaccine?
And people want you dead, if you won’t fit that scene.
Worst of all, teachers, must be on benders.
Encouraging children the wonders of being transgenders?
We drool, listenening to twenty-four hour,insane propaganda.
That promotes hatred of others, so hot on their agenda!
The Jewish leaders at liberal universities, are not allowed to speak?
They have to file a lawsuit first, this makes tears run down my cheek.
I weep that the monstrous Holocaust meant not a thing!
The planned death of many groups is indeed, quickly coming.
Anyone who dares speak well of this country is highly suspect!
The NYT, paints good people evil and complete moral wrecks?
America is now in the fight for its very life.
Food, gas prices, causing families major strife.
Drugs, you might recall, we were told. “ Just to say NO,” to?
The leader of America, announced, “Just say YES,” to?
Speak not a malevolent word against good Americans.
Look into your soul, this is the time for benevolence!
On this site, now is allowed full freedom of expression.
Not for long, as censorship is BigTech’s fervent intention!
~God Bless America~
10/9/2022
“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet
On a late evening, wandering
lonely through the forest track,
an eerie little house I saw.
Its tiled roof and tall chimney,
peered through the thick foliage of leaves.
Pacing down a dark ravine,
I reached before a latched gate.
A mysterious spell drew me into it.
I paused sometime, wondering
if I should enter through that shaky gate.
It was rusted with some spikes missing
It looked opening to a GHOSTLY world.
I've been here awhile, lost in thoughts
standing in front of this dilapidated gate,
wondering if I should enter it or not.
Weighing on the possible consequences
of granting my fevered fancy, a free reign,
finally, with the curiosity in me overriding
my hesitation, I made up my mind to enter.
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
letting me into a forlorn, deserted house.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around it bore a strange scent
There was a GRAVE like silence hovering.
Breaking it, owls were heard hooting aloud.
Desolate it was with none to care.
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
and tall trees shut it out from view.
Even the wind, whizzed past GROANING
Dark and dreary it stood remote.
Peeping through its splintered door,
I got a glimpse of the dingy rooms.
Sultry was the air trapped inside.
Its floor was covered with grimy dust.
Shadows moved like snakes curling.
GOSSAMER webs were hanging from the ceiling
Giant bats flew about my head.
I stood so GRIEF-STRICKEN feeling a tremor
pass though my body as a wave of terror.
I felt trapped inside a GODFORSAKEN place,
as the gate once more closed behind,
with a loud grate, making me a prisoner.
A gate can be a threshold to another realm~
An entrance to a new world of greater opportunities.
But here it has spelt my doom and all I can do,
is shout and cry, hoping someone hears
and comes to let me out into the world of light!
The wise man lives with a conscious realization
that God sees knows and observes everything
for He alone is the maker of all history
nobody can change this fact whatever they bring
The foolish man is pleased to close himself
to the truth of God's knowledge about him
thinks only that he knows always best
such is the wisdom of man but so dim
The unconverted man has a conscience
for he knows there is indeed a God
but suppresses every thought of evidence
convincing himself eternity is flawed
But God brings divine reprobation
which is where God allows man a free reign
in their sinfulness rush into displeasing God
committing sins pleasurable full of stain
There's a cure for society to find redemption
that's getting hold of God's true view
as the forefathers had in the reformation
God's merciful forgiveness can make one all new
O blessed omniscient sovereign God
how we all should love and obey
you in this life for your own glory
then enjoy your infinite love for eternity