Short Enslaves Poems
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Night times bring about frighT.
I am brave so I
Get up to face hiM.
He enslaves me every nighttimE
Though I break free when the sunriseS!
Love is a wild being
When we try to hold it
Together it destroys us
When we try to shut it down
It enslaves us to suffer
When we try to understand it
It disturbs us terribly.
the modern world enslaves us too,
the rich want cheaper wages true,
to soothe the greedy rich,
hells door 4 the son-of-a-vitch,
will e be falling thru...
re: 'Traffic of Misery'
Harry horsman
Don
There it is again
sun peeping behind the clouds
made for perfection
the crimson rays fade
falling down to horizon
darkness defeats light
colors of twilight
silence in the green meadows
moon enslaves the sun
midnight has struck
joy into sin
shame like a veil
conceals where I've been
a bird in a cage
free from freedom
and all it enslaves
wings clipped
to keep me from harm
all would I give
to fly in the storm
A perfectly predictable purplish tabby cat misbehaves
Dancing across magnificent magpies excavated graves
Squirming yellow shining housefly larvae she enslaves
Swimming through thick sticky b-positive tidal waves
A polka dotted butterfly with stiletto and cream shaves
Chasing the crown,
sitting the throne
—regal opposed
Pursuit once free,
capture enslaves
—jailer demands
Clipping one wing,
grounding the wish
—motion suppressed
Weight pushing down,
hope abandoned
—freedom deserts
(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Chasing the crown,
Sitting the throne,
—opposed
Pursuit once free,
Capture enslaves,
—jailer demands
Clipping one wing,
Grounding the wish,
—motion censored
Weight pushing down,
Hope abandoned,
—freedom deserts
(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Indelible the writing…
each theme enslaves the words
The weight placed squarely on their backs
to bear the message heard
The meaning what’s important
four ruling two plus two
Verbs forgotten, nouns erased
—their insight still imbued
(Villanova University: June, 2022)
There is a man that kills
He is blind he can not see
There is a man that destroy
Without weapons
There is a woman that enslaves
She enslaves blindly
There is a killer of all races
This killer is as old as man
Yet he does not grow old
This killer has no shadow
This killer is called ignorance
LOVE shoves us into glistening meadows,
Of unimaginable warmth, where ecstasy glows
LOVE also leads us to teary graves,
Of uncontainable darkness, where pain enslaves
So, teenage girls trotting over,
To find the four leaf clover
I say, leave love to the absolute brave
‘cuz, It’s more than just a fluttering rave!
Form:
I find among the simplest
of men,
Geniuses
I find among the
strongest of men,
Weaklings
Bent on the edge
Ready to collapse
We fear within our hearts
That our fears will come
and haunt us
We know within our
souls,
What we need to be,
What we ought to do
But some how,
The spider of fate
Weaves its web
and enslaves us all
A complex man, not very wise,
A spoilt child in a man's disguise
A man child who can't behave
Whose followers he enslaves
He tells them things they want to hear
And fills their simple hearts with fear,
He fills their minds with hate and lies
He is a man all should despise
But they adore this ignorant fool
And attend this manchild school
Though it’s man who makes war
And who murders his kind,
Who oppresses and rapes and enslaves,
The question of guilt’s not so clearly defined
As the dead wash ashore with the waves;
And I’m cold and I’m weary and worn to the core
As I struggle to search for the light,
And I think to myself as the waters recede,
Maybe God needs forgiveness tonight.
Would I besmirch the facile and the wicked,
perch-like I browse as lethargy enslaves.
Many the flock that follows flag and anthem
were I so brave to counter flotsam knaves.
Current so strong that most are swept before it,
noble and brave the outcast ne're do well.
Steadfast is he,is he who wags a finger,
nose pinching hard that harbinger from hell.
Some flower in the twilight,
the dark does not assault them
they succumb upon a dusky breath.
How unlike is the glaring light?
How it enslaves and pinions
each stem with a fiery eye.
Love mesmerized
yearns for the dark coverlets,
the secrecy of eventides.
Those brief nocturnal shallows
can hide a sorrow,
make you smile like the last rays
of a dying sun.
Love is Acupuncture
Voodoo Needles
Punctuation of the heart
Emotions create
Chemical desires
Into control
The mind enslaves
Its worth to another
Companions girth
Like mother earth
And giving birth
Blind unkind we bind
To join first kissing
What is missing
To circle hole the totemic shift
That lift together
Forevermore
Partnership is the core
We bore till death
Why were you afraid
of unknown ?
I am washing away
the whole truth in the vicinity
of discrepant nouns.
The words will articulate
the body overrun by rough
handling of the golden triangle.
The arrival does not stop
the allegro.
Claustrophilia enslaves you.
You start a new journey
towards a non-space and non-entity.
Was there anything beyond the naught.
I have come faraway.
Will not return to numbers.
Satish Verma
BABYLON:
Oh...land of Babylon,
The land that births wickedness,
And breeds unfaithfulness.
The land of real curse,
Where every life is on reverse.
Its walls are made of shame,
And its gate is of pain.
A land of total desolation,
A land full of confusion,
Governed by maleficent legislation.
Its system only enslaves,
And only destruction it entails.
Babylon totally corrupts,
And it's really left to rot.
I can't live without this
I have found life in death
Healing through sickness
Creation through destruction
Light in darkness
I can't live without this
That which holds me down gives me flight
That which enslaves me, frees me
That which sickens me, heals me
I've found purity in filth
and Filth in purity
Nothing held sacred is sacred
Sickness overcomes me
It lets me soar
(Originally written 11-24-19)
This is how the heart arranges
He doesn't stay nowhere nomore
We thought that the heart is kind
But it makes the life ardours
Believe someone for a moment
Uncertainty creates that guy
Who will see tomorrow?
Everyone greets his aim today
World has efficient skills
It works to change the heart
But no one has skills
To change thinking of someone
Imran what do you think a heart
It is a ruler who enslaves everyone
Leaning over as she lathers
My long wavy-hair
Rubbing my temples
Softly telling me
How much she cares
Feeling the hot air of her
Eager lips
Blowing on my nape
Kissing me gently
I can't escape
Her lavender scent
the feeling much to great
She presses on
Oh give me more
Please don't stop
My hair standing up
In delightfulness
My lips trembling
Her fullness enslaves me
Sweet surrender
my one and only love
Goodbye
The pen is alone, even with me
Writing is a frown,
Written upside down
And yet we escape with others’ words,
And our own,
From this life into reality
From misery to what?
Sometimes love, often hate
We await our fleeing
For the reality that isn’t
From their reality that is
Books and poems save us
Reality enslaves us
Poetry can free us
Allow my thoughts to fly
And me with them
Into our goodbye
Goodbye
drifting in a zestless world of hypocrisy,
aching to dispel the lunacy
echoing with distorted imageries,
held in a bastille of utter carnage;
I’m abundantly devoted to
breaking free from what enslaves me.
acquire
wading through the necrotizing tenor
that binds me,
steadfastly drawing near, while
teetering on the confines of
my perilous mind and altruistic heart—
prodigiously culminating.
Taking back what the enemy stole.
oligarchy reigns supreme
enslaves the masses poor
the corpses queue in single file
by score and score and score
Gehennas gates of tyranny
scream and bark again
And once inside the truth revealed
the iron will not bend
the Monarchs and the Kings, rotund
gather for the feast
and glut themselves upon the flesh
of the burden bearing beasts
Satiated, smiling
they lick their digits clean
and pizzle whip thier concubines
their slaves and diamond queans
Form: