Shackled but free....
My body may be shackled and bound,
Yet my mind,
Heart and soul,
Roam free!
Lying on the solid ground
Chewing on a blade of grass
Dreaming of a bright tomorrow
Wishing time would hurry up and pass
Sitting in a jammed room
Full of systems and games
Too young for it to really matter
That no one knows the importance of names
Teaching by example is done
Hope flew to a better home
People thinking others have it good
While the majority are happy to be left alone
A generation with a future
Fought to rid self of control
While this bunch of teens
Are wandering in the great void of soul
The gap between what was
And what is to come
Lies within the watered down flame
Held captive by the sun
Let us throw off the shackles
And dig deep into jeweler's well
Let us pull up treasures
That no history book could ever tell
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-10-2023
Love in the first degree
So soulful, wild and free?
Like the wind that hugs the tree
So the laming hope can see
I met her, I was half-free
But I had the liberty
But the young heart could not see
For her soul is bound to thee
I wish I could unshackle the fold
To have her till we grow old
So when the night time calls the mold
I'll be with her to hold
For the heart is made of gold
But the feeling is so cold
For it's bound and sealed in hold
Like a tale that can't be told
GOD DEEDS
Setbacks like a trap
I am shackled for another lap
As I cried under the shadow
A river of tears on my face flow
I become weak and then slow
Nobody showed up in my folk
Then they laughed at me when I become a dork
And then God sent an angle
Healed me with the voice of appeal
From the mountains from the uphill
Sound of echo a pact of friends
For the lost sheep, like the God deeds
Friday, April 9, 2021
Shackled In Thought
Written: by Miracle Man
11/26/2021
Today thoughts drift back toward pre-mask days,
when dominate thoughts of safety, were strange.
Now I ponder, is there end to this phase,
when thoughts aren't on Covid but have free range?
When life was less complicated but pure,
and negative news wasn't all I'd hear.
With thoughts ever present, will we endure,
and unmasked faces weren't always so drear?
Thoughts on a world, pandemic divided,
then I'm reminded that God's in control.
That outcome is already decided,
God, heal our nation, and render us whole.
I miss you often and much,
And you left my life long ago.
I study the world around me inquisitively,
I still dream of starting a family.
Only photos help me
Go back in your dreams a little bit.
I realize I'm stuck in silence,
Let me show you a new one.
I see signs of your approach,
And I feel the closeness of your soul,
There was a burning sensation around the heart,
We've always been good to you.
I'm sure I don't think so,
I feel a special surge of energy,
I know that our destinies will be linked again,
Because you've never taken revenge on anyone.
Just recently, I suddenly realized that
I wither without you like a flower without light.
When you left, I was shackled by an evil haze,
And I, forgetting, no longer waited for the dawn.
I thought I wouldn't believe you anymore,
But you knew I was lying.
I don't want to die in this fight,
So I'll open both wings for you.
How silent lies a lone ghost ship
that lists, tethered to its mooring
having run aground inside a
dying dream, now distant.
Written on 3/28/2018
SHACKLED (edited for The I Of The Storm)
Backing my hips against these painted bricks
While eager young men dance with eager young chicks
They act like Adonis, which isn’t that honest
They’re trying their best ‘pulling’ tricks
And when I see Sally, I just dilly dally
I secretly couldn’t be keener
Then she turned around, I stared at the ground
As though I had not even seen her
The thing is I think, she gave me a wink
Last week as she sauntered on by
But I looked away because maybe that day
She thought I was some other guy
So now my mate, Les, has gone off with Bess
The girl in the skimpy red dress
It’s time to go home, again all alone
And act like I couldn’t care less.
A crippling ailment, a life in curtailment
Its living your life on your knees
No way to stand out when riddled with doubt
Yet no-one calls ‘Shy’ a disease
25 November 2018 (edited from a recent original)
O Memory I beg you set me free;
remove these binding shackles from my heart.
My recollections won’t you let me be;
allow my life to have a brand new start.
‘Twas just a year ago my love walked out
in search of greener pastures for to lie;
to find herself and left me here to doubt,
and try to understand the reasons why.
My mind is filled with lonely memories;
the springtime of our love and times we shared,
and how her passions always tried to please,
but now I wonder if she ever cared.
Release me now O cruel Memory;
allow my lonely heart to be set free.
April 24, 2018
Blue
Divine
Shine
Madonna and Child
Suffocate the Papal decreed
Sowed the seeds
Indoctrinated godly status
Art distorted the power courted
For Church convention
Hidden shackled
Never to tackle
Elicit shackled mordacious
Loiter trifle horde within the
Wizened cartridge of the mind
He stands out in a horde
shackled by deep hate,
wizened, yet venom in full store
elicits a man’s devilish state.
His mordacious act make’s heart chill
when trifle things that least matter
provoke's him to discharge a cartridge to nil
a Life that loiter's in a pub gets the batter.
29-Mar-2017
Note: This poem is about a hate crime, where a middle aged kills an young man
in a public place.
Contest: Eight word challenge
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MUST USE THE FOLLOWING WORDS 1. CARTRIDGE 2. ELICIT 3. MORDACIOUS 4. HORDE 5. SHACKLED 6. TRIFLE 7. WIZENED 8. LOITER
Save the drama for your momma
Shackled
We look deeper then ever before
Lest I implore
Darkened caverns all around
Fountains with water to quench
Through the lens of a man
When to understand
The lapse in memory to uphold
Crazy dragons in the fire
The fuel for the mire
Cries with the faint in heart
Viscous long hanging fangs that fright
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
The elusive imagery of blackened caverns
To dull the innate surface on my brain
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The gallows of darkened mysterious décor
Shackled from the madness
The inner swell of an opened wound
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze
Today I'm just a mouse who is stuck in a maze
Going insane spread out in the membrane
I dread the nights -
long hours alone
pass slowly.
I wrestle sleep
in fear of dreams
darker than my loss.
I forget the day, the month,
even the year you left
without warning,
but oh how in the darkness
I remember too well
the moment -
down to the second -
of my silent screams,
Twisted thoughts,
face contorted
in pain like no other
pain I had ever felt
while holding
what once was you.
In light of day
I turn to stone.
Then, night comes,
a ghost haunting me,
too weighted with evil to rise.
Behind closed lids I am
the torero impaled
by Satan's horns
searching for God
in the final breath.
Again, screams cannot escape
from my choking lungs.
My heart breaks like shattered glass -
the shards racing -
tearing through my veins.
Red-eyed and weary,
I wait for a hollow sun
to harden my heart again.
I would rather be numb
than suffer through tortures
of night.
Growing up has been a shame…..
Growing up never gave her wings……
Her ideas never got that flight……
‘cause they held her so tight…….
‘Who she was ???
They never wanted to understand…
‘Who she wanted to be’???
was none of their concern…..
They have given birth to her
So she was their pet-A caged bird…
They fed, clothed and educated her…
but never showed their love to her
Ever trying to mould her
in the cast of their aims for her
to fulfill their own dreams…
Shackled in their thoughts
She wonders whether she will ever be free…..
They never give her an ear
Never trusted her
Nothing they did was fair
Those looks just gave her jitters
those looks of distrust
In seclusion she wails
Where shall she go??
With whom shall she share
her agony???
With so many such questions
In her mind
She wanted to tell her parents..
That she is not a dream
Not a pet
She is a human being
An individual
Just let her be………
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