Power(A) Poems - Poems about Power(A)

What's left when there is nothing left

The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence 
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership

A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her

Our Lives

This is our lives: moment by sparking moment. We know not what will come next, nor do we know what is to follow. So, we accept the moment, and move on beyond it.

This flashing moment
Defines my existence
Like a fireflies' flash
In the depth of the darkness.

Assisted Stars

Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body,

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no5 final jive

Still hope we can cope

With the nope

Don’t give a damn plan

From that Tandoori tan

Obscene Tangerine dope

Jackanory Mandarin Man


That trope..like to be Pope

Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope 

To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope

Just give Mr Grope enough Rope


Opined women..a frump 

If they mind.. some bump & grind

Half inching while pinching their rump


The darkness descends


Besotted

Not my Knight

I prayed for love.  I prayed blindly. I wished on every star that my perfect person would find me. I blew every dandelion reinforcing my prayers, that I will find someone one day,  who genuinely loves and cares. I never specified the appearance of the person of dreams. I never thought a shooting

Tightrope

I walk a rope that hangs in air,
It moves with rules I do not see.
Each step I take feels watched, not free,
And I forget who I used to be.

The rope is soft yet too tight and pulls me back,
Like Kind Hands hiding quiet chains.
It bends around but doesn’t break,
And leads me through the same old

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

You moan about how we say life isn't fair
But it shouldn't have to be fair for equality to exist
Life being fair isn't being born into luxury 
Its being rich in safety
An automatic right we all should have 
Being rich doesn't always equal wealth
Rich is safety and the lack of doubt 

Invalidation is a hobby for

The elegance of privilege

Privilege is elegant 
Graceful, as it glides like a breeze 
Unnoticed by those who catches its attention 
Noticed by those who live in the shadow
Although it's voice not loud 
It's presence demands to be heard
It's violence shows in its hidden claws
Knowing when to pounce and when to be quiet

It lives within recognition
And if quick smiles

Chains for the Weak

If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If

Time and Value

In the grip of Time, a silent flow,  
From Roman days to Gregorian glow,  
A dance of clocks, a crafted frame,  
A social construct, a human claim.

In the realm of Time, where moments wane,  
A social construct, we seek to gain.  
From Roman roads to the Gregorian call,  
We

Divine Power

An invisible power travels with me 
each moment, constantly;
like an inseparable companion.
Sharing all my failures, successes, joys, 
and equally, my weaknesses, my strengths.
Knowing all secrets of my heart,
it guides me to choose between 
alternatives paths of all sorts.
It makes me learn to take risks,
while keeping faith in self and it.
Over time, the unknown power 
has

True Power

The man with the gun
Is truly powerful
The man with the pen
Will take your life.

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal

Them and Us

You see the evil doesn’t look at all condemned
Those evil troublemakers of mankind
Are well remembered, way above the nameless dead
Who by the will of country rulers had to die
Because the actions, as you say my darling dear
Speak louder than words, and so they act
As if they had too little history in rear 
So thinking they’re

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