Muzzled Poems | Examples

Time Dog

I used to get a little bit misty eyed
watching an old person hobbling along 
toting an overweight gray muzzled dog.
Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be 
when one of them leaves the other behind.

Now, I'm that old man hobbling along
with a frantic grey hound dog called time
thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when Time dog leaves me far- far behind.

Wilting flowers

Wilted flowers
Wilted flowers lie in empty fields
Days pass as flies scour,
Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten.
The sun flickers as each minute weans by
An empty shell of you left in bloody waters.
A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed.
The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar.
Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no longer able to be muzzled
A type of silent desire for chaos and destruction.
A desire for deforestation.
What started as weeds being plucked,
Turned to mowing down rose bushes.
Muddy boots left on waxed floors,
Destruction on the original wood grain that was once admired by generations.
Floors handcrafted from trees outside of what I wanted to call home.
Someplace silence was peace and peace was expected rather than craved.
Pruned roses left puddles of milkweed
Each droplet going sour the second it fell,
The bitter taste of cyanide leaked out of your pores into its water supply.
Empty plots. Pesticides. Ripped roots.

Two Drunkards

They sat holding bottles
In their hands
And armpits
Pouring mouthful 
Of liquor to fill 
Their hollow stomachs.

 They gazed at each other
As cat and mouse
And spoke a lot of
Inglish with slain syntax
To devirginate 
Their motherland.

The two drunkards! 
Spoke of a nation's illusions 
And the wilted state of
A nation's elites
Raping the cultural norm
Who raped the temple?

They said something
About Lubowa hospital
And praised the Bus Kingdom
For Grazing well the Gen z's 
Digging the tax hole
Who murmured a secured Future. 

They gazed at each other
As hare and hyena
And shakily gasped for breath
Of the holy bribe paid 
For their nocturnal duties
Poverty pasted on muzzled faces. 

Oh, the two drunkards! 
Finally hit the climax 
And roared at each other of
An accusation of not belonging
Reached for each other's neck
To strangle a refugee within.

© Ankwasa Harlord

whatever happened to

it’s lonely standing outside the cage
  with the left of centre attitude
             as
the majority look upon 
                      with disdain

whatever happened to freedom of expression?


   the darkness casts no shadows
              now that
the sold dream        has morphed 
         into a nightmare
and 
    the path to dystopia 
            is starting to get worn

populism has become
          democracies illusion
when opinions expressed
          go against the grain

whatever happened to 
       freedom to free speech?


a muzzled voice can’t scream
     so they just point  
and silently laugh
                  at the different

      but who is laughing?

behind the light the fork tongue speaks
through blinded eyes and closed ears
they perceive it to be true

the oils blackness has now seeped

the 21st century plague has eaten 

the jelly brains now blindly follow
   
      question not

 when the alarm bell rings
they all stop to sing 
     its tune
and those standing left of centre
are looked upon with disdain

whatever happened to the right
of having a different opinion?

CATS INFECTING HUMANS WITH BIRD FLU

CDC muzzled
on a need to know basis ~
this dog person cares

Humanitarian Pause

Noshing time 
for but a moment muzzled 
to bring vaccinations 
up to date

Far from a ceasefire 
this is but a pause 
without relief
for the pending prey
it is palpable 

The paws that pace
the hackles that raise 
the eyes that are laser fixed
that a purpose bred 
purpose trained
war dog
lays in wait

Leaving Guardian

Often I bid angels go at sunset,
Often I prefer the kill,
Kill of plastic face,
Kill of child's toys burning, 
Burning sleeves,
Burning like Paris in my tongue,
Tongue fluent in sweet apple,
Tongue inwardly moves;
Moves consciously,
Moves apart,
Apart from slits,
Apart from her—
Her miming ways, 
Her existence;
Existence at impasse,
Existence survives moments,
Moments still are timeless,
Moments to come—
Come by her nature's sways,
Come even in the setting —
Setting weights,
Setting down of our pallor —
Pallor, its closing...
Pallor— I have red tears in my eyes,
Eyes left and right,
Eyes cut out by diamonds,
Diamonds in pieces,
Diamonds a bride's glory,
Glory muzzled in tales;
Glory runs—
Runs on fumes,
Runs ajar,
Ajar secrets,
Ajar faith;
Faith loves the glass,
Faith willing—
Willing even as stars cross,
Willing dance,
Dance of twirling hair,
Dance like finger's shadow near skin;
Skin succumbing,
Skin chained—
Chained walks,
Chained to flowers,
Flowers that slink,
Flowers tearing against horizons—
Horizons touching,
Horizons blinding,
Touching
Blinding

Median Prochore Productions presents

Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves"  Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox

"Bassy" "The Axe"  Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy

"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.

"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda  Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.

The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.

Median Prochore Productions presents

Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves"  Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox

"Bassy" "The Axe"  Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy

"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.

"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda  Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.

The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.

Obvious Genocide

Toys in the bloody
Dirty and occupied streets
Children are screaming.

Babies are cold dead
B 1 Planes are bombarding
Poor dead civilians!

Bloody streets
It is Hell on Earth
No Heaven.

Human beings
Are cruel and sinful
Genocide!

No Justice
No peace on poor Earth
And no love.

Dead babies
Premature angels
Where is God?

Hospitals
Many dead toddlers
And mothers.

United
Nations are guilty
Weak and poor.

Censorship
Journalists are muzzled
And killed.

Democrats
Please wake up right now
To exhale.

Jo cannot
Silence the good Poets
In action.

No conscience
No humanity
And no love.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

The Fish Tale

"Life being what it is when one dreams of revenge," ... Paul Gauguin

Light seasoning dash a chain last resort
as zephyr courses an edged clement squeeze ...
sun gods and goddesses front more ... last sort.
Muzzled chartreuse turtles exhale teal seas,

fed cool streams persuade a lush verdant spree.
Cascading falls echoed balanced wildlife,
aground or in flight where heaven's decree,
claimants amity free beyond the rife.

Hawaiian spun air spells a differing,
abated Summer rains, engorge their Fall.
Ocean water's temperate offering
uncommon to most except those who call

these islands, their home. The tourists share cold
tales, saying here's paradise--we've been told.

Paranoia

In depth and breadth of shadows, it prowls around
always flowing, wafting on air, ne'er making a sound
It exists in dejection and rejection, and always found
in silence, too loud when its raucous echoes resound

No deafening roar of blaring thunder comes with fear
It's audible only in a mind, but muzzled to each ear
Manifested in visions, without guttural words to hear
The threat it poses in a reverie wears an implicit jeer

Solitude exhales a stale breath with eager anticipation
Quietly seducing our trust with mendacious flirtation
Spawned to be the covert wielder of our denigration
A stealth mute, besotted on doubt as a form of libation

"Take heed, people!" It screams at us without a tongue
In song the tune is hummed; the lyrics never to be sung
Anguish, leaking acid in which toxins are cleverly sprung
Disguised as a protagonist, paranoia's qualms are flung

It watches without eyes, trying to keep us in disarray
An ever lingering specter, hovering wherever we play
In reticent whispers, how deftly it schemes to betray
A taunting voice without curses, a message to convey

Compartmentalization

My dear, hear me and not my perceived guilt
For my distancing quiet you demean
It is not a wall but a guard I built
To keep my darker heart in quarantine
A bitter thorn in a twisted ravine
If some midnights produce a muzzled roar
Escaping the planks of my placid floor
Allow me this one secret to withhold
It is for our love I don't show you more
These stones too crushing to leave uncontrolled

08/02/23

Monetize Me

Monetize my word,
Or else its point is dull,
And pokes me, prods me ever toward,
A push without a pull.

Monetize my action,
I ought to spare it of the aught,
To feign the law's ideal attraction,
And idle sold when never bought.

Monetize my thought,
Then I'd be less inclined,
To sip from potions brewed in plot,
To mute my muzzled mind.

Monetize my being,
Perhaps then I'll have a chance,
Of freedom found in guaranteeing,
I've fled my fear of song and dance.

Social Media Here I Come - In Trump's Own Words

I won't be muzzled or silenced
My words will be heard,
The fake Media's so biased
Their coverage absurd.

They spew venom against me
My followers trashed every day,
Yet on this they all seem to agree
Without Trump the bills they can't pay.

With this said and done I got thinking
Why not to control all the news,
This notion gave me the inkling
Build a site to champion my views.

Big and bold, full of stuff
To ensure all my fans are amused,
Talk to be straight, words sometimes gruff
Content to keep all the lefties bemused.

What a great thought, can't wait to start
With this I'll conquer the Earth,
Twitter's old news, I'll tear them apart
Shredding their reach from my turf.

As to the others, what can I say
Watch the real Master perform,
All they can do is whimper and pray
Then hide from my beautiful storm.

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