Short Chattel Poems
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Poor Jack ran a futile race
couldn’t keep up the heated pace
lost the battle
someone’s chattel
now he has a Halloween face
Frivolous half-
tone heathens over-
hit the hive mind's fa-
vorite flavored com-
ing hither in-
side out of
strike zone slav-
ery walls.
Fate held, unkind to breast
amnesty's heart, thine to rest
tomorrow, unknown chattel
hope, stands alone in battle
forgiveness, yours
from love's ladle, pours
another stolen day, borrows
eyes keen, our tomorrows
People bought and sold as chattel
Considered no more than cattle
This still goes on today, you see
In markets we are told are free
The difference being that the slave
once bought and sold for a fee
is now free to sell his services
then slave away ~ a new employee
the road to slavery shall die
this Profitable enterprise
so full of lies
someone's property or human chattel
chained in the belly of the slave ships,
side-by-side
chained by feet and chained by hands
where
the rights of men denied
Lord, we curse the vipers,
the maggots and the Flies
Sitting at the bar
Looking like a wall flower
Little do they know the darkness
Hiding beneath my innocent smile
I sit here like a predator
Slowly watching people milling along
Like small prey waiting to be picked off
Separated and devoured
Crushed like the insignificant chattel they are
Her name is not given in the Bible
which is perhaps fitting as she was chattel
and Lot named not his goats, sheep or cattle,
although it was rumored that he named his dog.
Besides, it was raining when she turned looking
back on Sodom and was turned to salt, which
all too soon, was one with the earth.
Half of a woman
for devouring man
is not the way nature planned
for me to live
belonging like chattel
each day I battle
against the culture
that destroys me
and gather like vultures
ready to dissect
and probe
and look
and feel
Each day I reflect
of how I am scarred
they dissipated my sex
and my future is charred.
Horrific News
The horror of dreams
Crashing and causing me flight
I saw him fall
Like the crashed plane
I had a hope
That of waking up
In blinking of an eye
The horror of reality
Men dressed in foggy
Singing an unknown elegy
His face upside turned
In his only chattel
Adieu Amis curiae
A tragedy without raison d'être
Climb mountains!
Slay Dragons!
That's what I did
When I was a kid
Now it's too much
All this grownup stuff
Amalgamations
Corporations
Business-like murder
under the guise of merger
Micro-second chattel battles
waged on computer panels
Flash before my eyes
In a plate glass high-rise
Now
all my mountains are made of paper, and
all my dragons wear ties
oh, this grinding surge
roaring into battle,
how the air is filled
with the sabre rattle;
how the sky is blacked
by fires in their burning,
how the townships sacked
by counter-strikes returning;
how the guns and shells
through the air are streaming,
how the tolling bells
bleed into the screaming;
oh, the fight for land,
conflicts over chattel,
how the days are spent
in slaughtering the cattle.
The dreary chattel of self-preservation
blinks slowly under a roof of delusion;
a vacancy sign laced with the angst
of neon's persuasion.
Everyone leans a little too far,
toward a mahogany mantle;
suffering the harsh taste of
tomorrow's guilt.
But tonight,
they are free.
Tonight they pour
their love into frosted
glass,
and drown.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Guiled movement. A warrior's ballet.
Wiled traps confusing choice play.
Battle simulator, test of war.
Chattel, pieces. Sixteen, no more.
Tool used for general and king.
Fool recused, no victory to bring.
Equate life, game played terminally.
Satiate strife, rife with strategy.
Take care when proficiency is met.
Wake caution. Avoid cunning net.
Truly dangerous. Prediction a guess.
Duly acts, a man who plays chess.
-Angel Fatale-
We, the citizenry as a whole, cannot successfully coexist peacefully. Family units, as a whole, cannot exist peacefully. Isn’t it hypocritical to expect more than we can do, from world leaders, The same as us, except for rank. Until they feel the pain, and suffering, of those they govern, they will continue to sacrifice lives, and create hardships in others, in the name of righteousness, as easy as cutting chattel, from the seemingly never ending stalks of wheat.
found out how he faired
in a way which made him scared
still his soul was spared
what i want to stress
must be sure that style of dress
always will impress
for beer had a thirst
then ended up being cursed
another beer nursed
had been big battle
what would we do with chattel
herd up like cattle
we shall plant each seed
grow food so that we can feed
those who are in need
amount has increased
we were hungry like a beast
on food we will feast
Lot’s wife, Noah’s wife, John’s wife.
Who invented the internet?
Don’t say Hedy Lamarr.
Name someone else.
If it was a woman, no one will care.
Not the girls in the audience?
What girls?
You know. The other half of the population.
Good grief! We should not have even given them the vote.
Next thing you know they will want to be put
into the history and science books.
Especially if it is that time of the month.
Let’s do what we can to keep them chattel.
Sounds good to me.
A natural world
Strife is natural in an untamed world
Other animals are competition that
must be eliminated as food is scarce
Pets are an abnormal phenomenon
Peace is a lull, an unnatural stoppage
A pretty flower is the result of survival
the devious cunning of the attractive
A peace conference is about extracting
other people's land and chattel
If the world is a nasty place, it was made so
for life to survive, to become a monster
and eventually the extinction of humanity
THE AWAKENING
It was midnight that I laid still
and breath had filtered down
An open book - a nagging fly
will wait for me until
bestirred at morning’s knock
when stoves excite a brew
and housewives stir a door
toward sunrise bursting through -
to heaven like a broom
sweeping eyelids like a fan
and chattel and dust balls
like billiards across the room -
that wake the inner chambers
of my brain i separate stalls
that conjure up my daily tasks
within these slumbered walls