Pirated Poems | Examples

Birthed

Fail not, Time and season
Secretly, my ward faded
With unflinching fire attack

Want to speak
Don't want to confess
As Diamond and Gold tripe
Cloud the sky of my heart
I'm lost and scared to be found

Ouch, my heart got pirated
I began to trod in incur clat
The evening of me become blurry
I'm the Lion with the snail mind
My confidence weathered

Time and season waited in my closet
But I kept them wasted
I took the tick of time for illusion
As I journey with failure as companion
To get burnt on the way

Nothing more to fear
My heart has embraced it sore
The world seems lonely
Only for me to stand boldly
To see the new dawn, flowing
Through a new lucid


©? Laurethe

The X-Ray

Science may surpass mankind 
And the universe
But even with an x-ray 
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion 
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain

The X-Ray

Science may surpass mankind 
And the universe
But even with an x-ray 
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion 
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain

The Ultimate Irony

It is the ultimate in Irony,
And it is everything short of funny,
As people give up the chance of honest money,
To sour streets to the point where they are no longer sunny.

Risking friendships,
Working relationships,
Breaking up partnerships,
Truly believing they are sailing their own ships,
As words cherry picked from pirated ships,
Captained by those with doubtful fellowships,
Who refuse to divulge who owns the ships, 
Are passed on to to a growing membership,
Who refuse to believe they are sailing in doomed ships.

Oh the Irony of it all,
As they have the gall,
To go to a mall,
And talk of freedom for all,
When once home into a chair they fall,
Unable to turn off the switch on the wall,
Connected to a screen that increases their zeal,
For what is unreal, 
In a time when our backs are against the wall,
With covid in it for the long haul.

Love Poem

Why I wait for rain to hug you
Why I wait for a special day to hold you
Why I wait for night to kiss you
My love doesn't depend on occasion
I want to love you all the time
Thousands pirated laughters
Thousands impair nourishes
Made some misunderstandings
Now the time has changed
All the promises will come true
Hopefully you will smile again
No one will come between us
You will be mine
And I will be yours

Going Back

I dreamed I was a boy once more
and the world was still a wonder.
Each day's sights opened a door
whence the rain, why the thunder?

Under rocks I spied fuzzy things
that scattered at my intrusion.
Brown and grey, some with wings
they seemed a frightful illusion.

I thought grown-ups were all wise
they had the answers for every quiz.
Out of my dream it was a surprise
learning they didn't know all that is.

I hope I dream that dream once more
to live again in a world of wonder.
There's certain to be more in store
of spies, lies, and pirated plunder.

(One of my old poems)

Conscience Power

My open mouth breathing, blast you with hot breath,
Hyperventilating while holding my breath, at the same time I barely exhale death
Eyes petechiae blood on all sides, the more I hold this deep lung.
Spewing fire with my words, spitting venom with my forked tongue,
Shooting solar rays from my eye gaze as it rebounds,
Total annihilation in my raze, which levels structures to the ground.
My forces can propel rockets to space by the words I choose,
My vibrations can intercept communication transmitations by thousands of waves that blow the arcing fuse.
My electrical beams are from the original obelisk that are still in their constructed stations,
Not the obelisk that were pirated, stolen and relocated to other nations.
The plasma that shoots from my fingertips destroy all that it comes into contact with,
Magical powers soon to be exercised and not specified by any one particular myth.
This energy of my force is the source of the total demolition of Mars,
It doesn't end there, as I also consume both solar and blue dwarf stars.

Party Paused

lanky lusts leering
fostering felon fits
damp draw drooling
draped over dances
voluptuous veils vying
saucy veins spanking

hanky panky hoisting
falling fallible feelings
severed surges smirking

eerie emotions nauseated
squashed capillaries cremated
pulpy pukes pirated

lurching labium limbs
paused, party pissed.
     '20:01:29:18:14

The Cell Phone

*THE CELL PHONE*

Ages are Decreasing, Graves are Increasing
We are entrapped in a movable cell
It is a new dawn but has become a new set trap
The movable cell seems more powerful than the movable being
Our lives have been pirated but we pretend it’s a lifeboat

I have been a victim of the cell, engrossed in its activities
Only a few escape the damaging effect of the cell for they remember they built it not the reverse
We become invisible, yet we are physical beings
Jeopardizing the beautiful relationships nature has given us.
We become enemies of our own, that the blood of innocent souls cries on our hands

Ages are Decreasing, Graves are Increasing
The invisible creatures drain the life out of our time, leaving us lifeless and hopeless in our cell
Sleeping on the air, swimming in the sand and frying chicken in the fridge are unending attributes that echo through the cell
Hmmmm! Life is best lived with the cell phone but not as mini gods with ravaging effects
We must be protective and save lives not screen protectors of our cell phones.

Thank you.

Going Back

I dreamed I was a boy once more
and the world was still a wonder.
Each day’s sights opened a door
whence the rain, why the thunder?

Under rocks I spied frizzy things
that scattered at my intrusion
Black and grey, some with wings
they seemed a frightful illusion.

I thought grown-ups were all wise
they had answers for every quiz.
Out of my dream it was a surprise
learning they didn't know all that is.

I hope I dream that dream once more
to live again in a world of wonder.
There’s certain to be more in store
of spies, lies,  and pirated plunder.

Unite Africa

In ages past we sent letters to Freedom
With tattered inks on our dirty page, 
The letters returned with beaming smiles, 
Raising up flowers through our dried stem. 

Back then, we warred against Principalities, 
Now we war against ourselves on same shelve;
Siblings against siblings in African-made rings, 
Drinking blood from the burnt through our local fire. 

Look, we now have pirated Blacks within our walls, 
Scary to our children, marrying our wives. 
We throw stones on each other's doors, 
Pointing black fingers to a black skin. 

Let's rise on our feet not for a feast, 
Let's weave  colors to make our rainbow,
Let's beat not drums made from human skin, 
Let's rise and display our heights. 

Let the lamp of Love dance upon the pyramids of Egypt, 
Revealing  Mountain Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, 
Through  the rock of Olumo in Nigeria,
Warming the greenness of South Africa's Canyon. 
. 
Africa unite!

Karmic Arrest

KARMIC ARREST


Relentless force; abiding ripper of time
Ceasing moments to effect its consequences
The time keeper that over-regulates time; no mistakes
Spoken of about its witnessed and un-witnessed unspoken acts
After the rain come sunshine; mystified cause and effect
What you sow, so shall you reap.

What goes around comes around
Threatening phrase of karma; zigzagged warning
All these I saw, heard, and witnessed overtime
 Still, none of it could change my unflinching iniquitous act
Conscious that it will happen; just a matter of when?
Eventually, it happened at time most suitable for karma.

It happened as it has always been happening
In moments when I have forgotten about my un-forgiven sins
As the ocean current kept my pirated ship sailing
Sailing to an unknown destination that only fate knows
In that moment when I ignored all other obstacles of the ocean
Little did I know that an ice lies in front just as fate has planned
In split seconds it happened; karmic arrest... 
 


Lordvip

England My England

England my England sets standards anew
Coveted ideals drooled over by hordes
an empire elated shall forever be true

Gilded by conquest stronger men knew
The Romans Saxons Vikings and Nords
England my England sets standards anew

Perched on red charabanc tourism grew
Drinking fine history of ladies and lords
an empire elated shall forever be true

England is England where all blood is blue
Timeless memory through poetic chords
England my England sets standards anew

Traditions so loyal old mingle with new
Pirated treasures kept still in their hoards
an empire elated shall forever be true

England my English country right through
of contrasting pageantry given by wards
England my England sets standards anew
an empire elated shall forever be true

The Courteous Sea

I sing my dormant swoosh,
As I lie in wait for my moon.
With my breeze I give shore lovers a push
As the star follower is lost too soon, as clouds swoon
The naive navigator fears his maroon

My heart melts at the price of your energy at night. 
I have heard soul's scream for their soul
I am your creator.... never defeated...showing powerful might
As I swayed while they swam for pearls, oils and lost gold
I detest fuming coal, my rough, ice skin swallowed Titans whole

Loose is the harpoon as is the value put on my life
Secrets of the beginning beat within my chest
I am moved by my mistress moon and the wind, my wife
I am pirated but i am but one, beautifully old... the best!
The day will come, some should expect... for me to be the only thing left

The Armored Hearse

Prayers descend like acid rain from 
oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping 
for elected office, praising hybrid 
demigods, passing out vouchers to the 
peasants.

A slow rumbling-
 part of the night-sounds-of-curfew;
descends like fire ants.

Cleaners of the guilt, hidden in plain faith,
unable or unwilling to walk, feign 
blindness, darkness helps.

Cellphone towers only reflect scripted 
light, as memories of real sunshine, fade 
to black. A good cup of coffee is hard to 
find, all the fine beans were swept away 
early on, replaced by dancing bears, 
politely ignored. Thunderclouds, imagined 
in shapes of our founding fathers, 
encourage the deluge, slowly ascending.

Underground-
   a grim band-of-believers watch (again)
a pirated tape of their favorite '80's movie, 
'They Live' from the fabled city called the 
new capital in 'The Postman' Minneapolis..
while the tormented sounds of-

     plows 
scraping overhead, and
 hydrants, 
bellys full, feeding power washers,
cascade
over hardened
faces.



05/11/14
minneapolis
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