Short Repression Poems
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Angry, vilest moniker
Defeater of peace
Harbinger of repression
Men assume what they don’t know
It holds me back from entering the sacred realm
Calm awareness
Fertilization
Impression
Suppression
Repression
Depression
Sublimation
Illumination
Transformation
Celebration
Immolation
Hesitation
Fertilization...
I assume that my limerick obsession
has to do with aggression repression.
I compose and compose,
and I never repose.
This prevents my aggression’s expression.
Alas the day,
alas the night when the voices cease,
and the words run from the page,
when men, women, boys and girls are deprived through oppression, repression,
racism and hate,
and Ill education of an age.
Spurning Russia’s repression
or China’s suppression
What’s left to stop
America’s digression
The Church lost its hold
Morality put on a blindfold
Freedom without discipline
produced violence internecine
My legs feel poor in an unkind way
I don’t want to talk about anything
I don’t want to talk about anyone
Hoarseness will ingest lungs
Loss will be learnt from rot
I [will] have no eyes
I [will] have no tongue
I [will] have no heart
I have a predilection
for the helping professions
As well, for artistic self-expression
I'll take my leave with this confession
Other 'pursuits' are no more than repression
~ That lead inexorably to depression
Harkening back to the grandeur of Greece and Rome
The dark fog of repression would slowly lift
Long cloistered souls found a brighter home
Minds free to create, no greater gift
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silhouettes gently outline the centre
curiosity jumps over the rainbow’s shadows
no more repression no rose-coloured glasses
just a box full of crayons to paint outside
of what impermanence reframed to be true
inner dialogue with the Universe
exploration of unlimited spiritual wealth
excommunicated from the land
of colours
i am
swimming in the music of the words
silently
passionate indulgence of
orgasmic repression
who are we?
speck of infinite wisdom
cosmic dust sprinkled
lustrous coupling of the residuals
on exile
in the unending girth
of the deep black holes
smiling...
Form:
Ferality
Brutality
Remorse
Gratification
The gains
Illusionary
Repression
Sublimation
Ego games
Specious logic
Self hypnosis
Delusion
Web of thoughts
Gluey desire
Myriad fears
Habit patterns
A limitation
Self-imposed
Fear of freedom
Thus keeps us
Bound
20-May-2021
1.Public prosecutor is the gate keeper of criminal justice..
2.His initiative is required in criminal cases and repression..
3.He plays an important role between judiciary and Police..
4.The function of the prosecution is to evaluate the evidence..
5.Cases that are brought by prosecutor are adjudicated by judges.
Repressing old memories,
Past pictures burnt and torn.
Finding the love of my life
And never wanting anything more.
Sitting here wondering
If this is how it was meant to be.
He is my life
And all he will ever need is me.
Holding him close,
Never feeling us drift.
Shifting back and forth,
Shuffling in my head.
I don't believe in abortion, I don't believe in divorce
Nor do I believe in ***********, and surely not the death
Penalty ? I do not believe in greed and or immorality; hypocrasy
Oppression repression dogma hate division judgment and of the sort
What I do believe in is Mercy as Love; not for one not for some but for, All.
Form:
the shamegasket…
sealed to its shame
pounding pistons
steam-hiss-bang
don’t let go
won’t let go
polymer of repression
weakening, yielding…
No!
slam-whish-clang
drive-control-wield
must…hold
can’t…help me…oh no
letting…go…now
yes, that’s it
Blow! Blow! Blow!
oil-stained junkyard
slowly spinning
slanted yellow moon
mocks twisted hearts
Repression
(Englyn Cyrch)
It's process of forcing thoughts
into unconscious mind, toss
painful or dangerous views
from bruise of conscious for rots.
~*~ *~
Its effect
(Englyn Cyrch)
These memories appear through
subconscious means as a cue
in an altered form, like dreams
that seems to happen as true.
~*~ *~
Winners and losers
Perhaps Alexander Duggan is right
that winning is everything, thing whatever the cost
I think losing gives a time for reflection
not for bitterness
winning is by itself a loss,
where to go
a peaceful way, or continue the repression
that follow the winner into excesses
that can't be sated
Is scorched earth an answer?
Oh! ancient Kingdom of Persia
Of the reigns of Cyrus the Great!
Of Darius, Xerxes and Ataxerxes
Great thrones, great kings, Great Kingdom
History is incomplete without you.
Oh!!! Persia. Oh!!!! Iran of the Islamic state
How you have fallen from a great fall!!
You are now a model of repression
You have become a replica of Fear.
(Written on 27/03/2026)
Neither repression nor sublimation
allows our breath to flow in calm tranquil,
transmutation requiring cessation
from mind games making mountains of molehills;
silence ushering divine miracles.
Desire release alone puts us at ease,
ridding us of all ego spawned disease,
whereupon with no more fears to assuage,
flowing like the breeze, granted new life lease,
soul turns a page, free from erst feral rage.
19-May-2021
nociception of pain
indigenous spirituality
theism ego structure
inevitable consequence
of the painful separation
sun is moving across the sky
thunder roars faint lightning
mediators of inflamed passion
universal need for consolation
neurotic repression
expectation
for non existing
worry is imagination
our interpretation
knowledge and wisdom are limited
intensifying rain drops are real
we are migrating to east
Form:
What is Peace
Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
Peace is not the silent result of violent repression.
Peace is the generous,
tranquil contribution of all to the good of all.
Peace is dynamism.
Peace is generosity.
It is right and it is duty.
However, sometimes it take
blood and guts,
sorrow,
soul searching,
chastising,
even war,
to achieve
what is peace.
Smells like power
But tastes like chicken
Administrative duties
Make my pulse quicken
Repression wears a tie
Arrogance sports hose
Make Bossy smile
That’s how the garden grows
Timeclock sphincter
Clamped down tight
Constipation of thought
Absence of light
Artistic fire snuffed
Sculptor’s hand inert
Bottom line worship
Trade the smock for the shirt
Corporate aorta
Chocked with fat pride
With toad-lust for power
Freedom must collide
I finally see the day
Where I will draw the line
Where I will have had enough
And stand up
Brand my sword
I’ll stare you down
And growl
Come no closer
I see the day is near
And feel the strength
Run through my veins
I feel the rage bubbling
I’m on the edge
And feel exhilarated
Freedom is nigh
And the backlash
Of repression is about
To be unleashed
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Between confidence and insecurity
lies this cold, barren land of fragility.
Dead branches of inability,
cold air coated with repression,
white wolves disguising fear with aggression.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Sometimes it’s almost like I see the way out:
the Caribbean of confidence.
There’s another exit too
the desert of insecurity.
I’m not used to either of those climates.
I’ll stay here.
Maybe you can tell me about them.
Such dichotomy, “Aren’t we all?”
“Isn’t it all? Life, Geography, Ideology,
symbolic text on pages of humanities;
orgasmic growth?”
Eastern faces, sunrise, inward looking daze…
Western faces, sunset, outward gaze…
Poverty and wealth, defined, embraced.
The search for self.
Such necessary, painful, dichotomy…
Harmony and dissonance.
“Isn’t it all? Life.. Sexuality, Repression…
Grist for the mill, fodder?”
“The children of creation?”