Short Manacled Poems

hate is a prison

  where I'm manacled in chains

     restraining my wings...

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Every year, sans celebratory birthday hat
She acknowledges the years past.
She sees her family on the other side of the grated glass.
And waves at them with manacled wrists....

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Alone, a ghastly night without you
And a moment of your absence
You know I can't put up with. 
As my hands, manacled
With yours, pain me much
While tugged by you--
Kind of joy
Pervades 
Me....

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For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding...

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Captured in life
Manacled in chains
Is living easy
Without any pains

One can sit
Day by day
Pondering in hope
It goes away

Ones thoughts travel
To distant places
Meandering in time
As strife retraces

Full moons grace
White doves appear
My ledge awaits
Near and near

Windows are stared
Their black abyss
Draws weak souls
A final kiss




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php...

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In drained stare
Manacled and bare
Vixens two
Deadened despair

Their victim sits
Punctured and pale
As a last tear falls
Awaiting deathly veil

Living becomes ashen
Her pertness fails
Their darkness glee's
Her soul now sails

Blue black dark
Now haunts her eyes
These naked vixens
Shrieking cries

A body once lived
Her spirits now flown
Another life awaits
Beside the dark ones throne




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php...

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These thoughts
These feelings
Emotionally bleeding
Malice fantasies
Aura like an ocean of seas
Characteristically comminuted
Social but antisocial
Free but manacled
Unable to enable favourable
Peace & joy at will
Smilling at the pain
Thinking with my heart
Feeling with my brain
Its like I'm a work of art
But a work in progress
It's like the mask
Is my own personal Jesus
Malicious bliss
Building the fortress
Till i kick up &
Enjoy my foot rest...

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SHACKLESMACKED

facedrizzled
skinsizzled
painshrieking
manacled
bloodbeating

whimpering whaif
cowering safe
no wait…
here it comes
again…
and again
and
again


the coward
stands
a machine 
beating
meanthinking
man with dead
eyes
vermonworming
 his disguise

lips thin as
pins in dark
blue skies

abhorrent
sickening
torment
of an 
innocent
child


(the heinous crime of child abuse)




© Kim van Breda—25 November 2015...

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I can't breathe
My ankles are shackled 
I can't feel my feet,
My neck is manacled
The weight of your knee upon my neck,
Crushing my jugular, bursting veins
Tears of blood running down my cheeks,
As I pleaded for mercy, tapping out 
But it wasn't enough to quench your thirst
The world is silent, racism pushing through
Its walls, we have become claustrophobic 
Tearing through the roofs, windows and doors
To undo this Injustice served by the uniform 



Sir D'Champ's Poetry...

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