Long Retrained Poems

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Premium Member Real Legal V Real Redemption

re-jargon re-emancipation re-align re-alteration, by design despair intended, no fear with the

truth deflected, relagate remove re-tie, retrained in rejection to observe a "new" (religion) 

the temporal (love) that grows again from former things, and a past inglorious decidley mean

rewind rewind ligature will bind, search (religeon) you will find, the death of beasts and blue eyed men,

 from torah priests and sun gods shamen, who killed the flaxen haired and strong, and

claimed gods blessing to chant and song, yet the dark skinned jesus came! to end the sadness

and pointless pain, he came to answer the sacrifical call, and yet his one aim to end it all,

and when you see upon the cross, the blond haired christ or son of god, wonder not why it is so,

 also to the occident did his compassion go, to end religion and its shame,the old was gone

                              when the truest     LOVE     called end of game.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Tender Heart

I long to see you       become forever well
filled with life and happiness  that from which we fell
I love you for the character               things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain    your inner quality
 
I see your desire          and searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison   there what you dream of
I've considered the places       where your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired       but far from them fell
 
I see into your inner core    not just upon your face
the mind residing in you    that your soul encase
I love that you know      you can count me a friend
and your confidences           I'll keep until our end
 
I know those places      where the hurting went
with childhood abuses         were treated with contempt
I know how criticism         did with anguish fill
and how the remains        are in there living still
 
I have seen you alone     crying in the night
with no one there       to say it will be alright
you put on a brave front     as we all display
but despair rides your soul     each and every day
 
And there did I see  beauty    that lives you within
the part you have protected                 from violence of men
from the words and deeds      from their actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant           the unthinking fool
 
But I am only human          can only see a little part
the results of mankind's thoughtlessness                 effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart             that effectively touches you
until the Son of God                  his love on earth will do
 
Just know you will always   be within my thought
though not there present               you're in my mind allot
I'll look forward till next I see you       and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you     hold you in my embrace
 
Know that your sorrow         Gods intends desist
through the only Kingdom         these governments resist
those who hurt others       will become restrained
until the hearts of men                                can become retrained
 
These are the promises   that through Christ will come
that which resides in heaven        his will on earth be done
and not another soul   will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is             that Love          will never you depart
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The First Greeting From Your Eyes

I shouldn't have looked into wondrous eyes
to find a reason to comply and stay
and dance with romance beneath stars that sigh
in a fragrant-scented night, I'll obey
that your eyes so tender could hold me chained
with delicate passions burning desire
I become a prisoner that's retrained
freedom is granted to caress the fire
we'll hear the breathless breath of love in flight
and find a quietness that we'll embrace
unaware of stars falling through the night
I am lost in eyes that reflect love's grace
that I have looked into your wondrous eyes
to strip my mask, my unwilling disguise
Form: Sonnet

Addicted To W Ds

I know that I’m addicted Although it’s self inflicted Life is not what I depicted To this I am convicted I don’t want any help I want to do it myself My efforts are in vain It’s impossible to abstain Even when I try distraction My demons say time for action I wish I could just have them slain But I can’t nor my life regain Even if I could ebb the woes The need for this never slows I am losing this battle, feeling drained my brain will simply not be retrained Please someone give me the solution End the voices and my mind pollution Or I know what I’m destined for If I can’t beat this I’ll be here no more
Now for that reason I'm disturbed 
But here's the real news feed 
I'm addicted to my words
But in your mind you was thinking weed
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Nature of the Beast

The beast bites the hand
taught to feed and stroke its mane
the wild creed and lash
can't be tamed chained nor retrained
hunger defeats any pause

each person harbors
a beast that they dare not rouse
that prowls through their dreams
for denial whets their fangs
and strokes more intense hunger

I know all its words
I share its profound dark breaths
I walk where it stalks
know that its way is ruin
but the beast is my shadow

I forged my own beast
as a dark-born reflection
a natural kin
to unmask the buried truth
I learn in no other way

we meet by its fire
to combine our restless breaths
feel our pulses match
trade discord for true accord
and turn our truce into peace
Form: Tanka


Killing the Dream In the Age of Silence

It started on his first day of school
I was promptly labelled dunce and fool 
For being a lefty guess I wasn't cool
The yardstick across the fingers 
Left bruises to the heart that still lingers
Learn to write with your right or you get another zinger
How can a 5 year old stand and fight
With no savior in sight
You just take it til they quench all your light
Yet this was the place where all children go
To get fed knowledge to help them grow 
To eventually make it in the world's big show
And so the Parents still sent me day by day
Just a free day care system to keep me away
So in my struggle for survival I learned to fight or play.
I managed to make it those early years 
Just to step into high school and face more fears
Where Bullies were plentiful and fights more fierce
Then they gave me a diploma for surviving again 
I smiled and walked away and stuffed down the pain
And joined the labor force just to be retrained
12 years of knowledge never served me well
For years that I strived in the workforce hell
Had to deal with abusive bosses as well
I had a dream once when I first did dream
That I was a shooting star in the universal theme
But the dream was a lie that the world had schemed.
So here I am now training another naive soul
Whose dream has landed him in this Godforsaken hole
But first I teach him the truth so his sanity remains whole.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Passcodes

Hey there dope fiends,

It’s me, your addiction. The thing you can’t 
live without. Your job has tied you to me.
The out of town family would think
something was all wrong if you didn’t stroke
me on a daily. My superficial voice lets them 
know in no uncertain terms that you’re alive. 
But they really don’t go past a shallow 
scroll. Do they? Hits in small doses. I have 
retrained you all with mediocre and you 
didn’t even know it. Now go try and find 
someone that can look you in the eye. Hold
a conversation for longer than 20 minutes. 
Let me save you the time. I’ve made it nearly 
impossible. As far as finding a way out? Try 
to ignore me. Try and turn me off. You will 
end up more isolated than you already are. 
Either way I win. I always win. Why? I’m 
always at your disposal. I am right there.
A lackluster substitute that lets you get away 
with everything and never holds you accountable. 

Now be sure to set that passcode. 
You could never remember a full password. 
Sincerely, 
Well no one uses me to talk anymore. 
Let’s change my name. Anyone game?

Premium Member Dirty Tricks

My boss thought he was so clever
not giving me a raise for extra responsibility

‘Twas in the wonderful days when jobs
were in abundance but that worked both ways

Promptly gave my notice and he was ecstatic 
to announce he was giving my job to a university grad
A week overlap to train her should be more than plenty

Didn't he roll his eyes when he overheard me 
having the nerve to suggest she might want to take notes

So I gladly took this as my cue to take an early leave
I was excess baggage obviously but imagine this
she had to be retrained three times it’s true
 
The first time, idle tongues 
must have wagged that the fault was mine
but the second and the third, humm…
I think justice had been served



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on December 17, 2018 for contest JUSTICE - WORD OF THE YEAR sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE  -  RANKED 4TH

A Poem in Me

A Poem in Me

There is a poem in me that wants 
To come out deep beneath the surface
There is a poem in me that refuses to be contained
And retrained and withheld in my brain.

I spit the verse and let the poem
Shed the tears.

It started as a whisper.
You know the kind—
the kind you pretend not to hear
because you’re in public,
because you’re polite,
because you’ve been taught that silence is safer than truth.

But this—
this thing inside me—
doesn’t do polite.

This is louder than survival.

Because this poem—?this unruly, untamed, uninvited guest—?does not want to live inside me.
It wants light.
?It wants breath that isn’t recycled.?It wants an audience,?even if that audience is just one person?who didn’t plan on understanding me?but does anyway.

It wants a stage.
And I am terrified of stages.

Of the way they turn your insides into outsides,?of the way they hold you still?while your truth runs wild,?of the way silence from a crowd?can feel like judgment?or reverence—?and you don’t get to choose which.

will let it take the mic
with my shaking hands as witnesses.
But this poem—?this stubborn, beautiful rebellion—?keeps building.

Line by line,?it stacks itself against my hesitation.?Metaphor by metaphor,?it constructs a ladder?from my gut to my lips.

It was never trying to escape me.
It was trying to become me.
Un-contained.?Un-apologetic.?Unfinished.
And finally—?heard.

Once Upon a Time

Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a young boy
He sent an orchid to a fresh young girl
He wanted to break through the walls of troy
The prize he won and he took his new pearl

Running down the winding and leafy lanes
Hand in hand laughing they both ran away
Released now from so many locks and chains
Happy they are for this magical day.

Time and again they stop to hug and kiss
Safe together in each others strong arms
Relaxed knowing this is now their new bliss
They fell for each others love and their charms.

Youth is theirs, they see it, they beckon it
Dreams and wishes of old are granted too
Lives entwined forever, love them did hit
This love that is so fresh, so good and new

The bars are gone now, no restraints no pain
Sight restored new vigour, youth regained
Fantasy, magical, long may it reign
Their lives now will be renewed and retrained

Once upon a time, a time now long gone
When Fantasy and magic ruled the world
A fair maiden’s young waiting heart was won
A strong young man trusted, and blonde-haired girl

© 16/01/2013~GG

 Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy: Contest Entry.

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