Short Manacled Poems
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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.
Form:
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.
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
Form:
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
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
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
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
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