Short Slaved Poems
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got ghosted
them busters
left from me
write from them
words separation
slaved inhalation
inhale from me
this i that i am
who chose
or
chews
to be
me
hosted
got ghosted
?
Saying Whatever, Why don't you care
Why should I have bothered with you
I tried so hard without thanks
Should have made Beans and Franks
I had slaved all day
In the Kitchen
now you get
nothing
starve!
Unknowing is a word that
should be bleed for(from) my soul
cut out like a fairy tale that
melted its way into reality
bent over like a tree
in a storm of CIA lies
via to my own death of mind
i have been in slaved
Form:
A horror bared, lived
with suddenness
over it all comes an end
for earth people are ego ruled
scare them the holy old
all, poor and rich are money slaved
in near future, well know you troubled
those who feel it are exiled!
In youth,
my writing slaved beneath my leisure
To answer questions
only when the pen aroused
But as grayness enters now
on a near horizon
New feelings past my age emerge,
—beyond my doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 1977)
I slaved hard all my life at work
for a boss who was but a jerk
Now just retired and free
My wife says, work for me
Without wages or any perks.
02/24/22
~Contest: Bawdy or Humorous Limerick
~Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
~syllable checked: howmanysyllables.com)
charted chains
slaved remaind
oppressively
re-gained
staind
love
my
eyed
rolling
marbled
on
the
floor
green
greenhouse eyes
effect on breath
taking all mine
am i blind
myself
had to
know
look at me now
broken heart
on
a
plane
charted chains
?
How much prescience
did you leave behind
futures left unfelt
How much transience
were you denied
with aces left undealt
How many doors
stayed closed and shut
no matter how hard you knocked
How many chances
did you waste
— as you slaved before the clock
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
M-an lives to serve,
Y-es, it's our main duty;
R-eturning to the Maker,
A-fter being slaved by iniquity.
B-e meek like a sheep,
R-eturn to the Almighty;
I-niquity is a hindrance,
O-ne huge adversity.
N-o dead can worship God,
E-arnestly let not your faith swerve;
S-eptember fourteenth Thursday, know that man lives to serve.
When not slaved to school
work I rush to do all of
my favorite things.
All at once in a
mad multitasking-fun-storm
of pleasure-chaos.
I was just sampling
Spotify tracks, playing my
iPod and writing.
While backing up my
music collection, planning
dinner and sewing.
And I thought maybe
I should make more coffee and
print my homework.
Shhh...was said to myself-from a loved one
those words should hurt like a dagger,put
right through my heart...
I am so misunderstood,on my lover's part!
How do i sell my time to cheapen my ego?...
Forever slaved by a ring so legal!
Feelings of mine,remain bleakly tender!
This once happy marriage,does not begin...
It only becomes
the final ender bender!
Form:
How soon you have leave me!
I’m now by myself,
Your silence’s calling,
I’m thrown off the shelf.
I’m hurt and I quiver,
You injected me pain;
You weren’t forgiving,
I always been blamed.
Seduced nights and mornings,
You scattered my needs;
My flesh was in bondage,
Your heart’s full of greeds.
I thought we were bonding,
But I was your slave;
My feelings are damaged,
My soul found its grave.
Life treated me harsh & unfair
I deserve your pity & respect
You’ve got it made … more than enough
Share some of it with me
Soften your heart and you’ll be blessed
even though I’ve done nothing to better myself
because it was too tough
And whilst you worked hard
to get where you’re at
I slaved too, but complained more
I folded my arms and admired your success
I have a right to
‘cause I’m the victim!
Form:
Tenderness fiercely burns
Sipping passion from
My eyes,
As a tiger taken on the run
I had hope it and why?
A slaved angel saved me
From the falling snow-
Leaving me in darkness,
I was lost.
Lonely with the autumn’s tongue
So what is pure?
I was a whole person
But with whole poison
With the morning sun-
I did not know
My own face,
I only knew my fears.
I’m always scared,
I’m always at guard
my heart, from pain
skin from scar
she’s always in arms,
but given to such
Need to love
passion to clutch
true, unchained
naked, ashamed
we’re both afraid
we count up the gain
the loss, the fuel
To carry us there
in creation’s direction
distance, fare
We drag on the castle
stilts on wheels, slaved
afraid
dreading the kill
always scared,
bandaging scars
always afraid
always so far
Form:
When the lighted wick
Shows the path of liberation...
Ripples may rest and
The blue light may
Penetrate to the deep.
When we lit lamp inside
Divine perception may
Ebb out the dark devils
From the slaved skulls.
When it refine the self
Like spinning disk...
On holy finger(Lord Krishna's Sudarshana chakra)
We may perceive it
To lighten our heart
And to soothe our soul
When silver lines stab
The dark shades in us
It may bring charm
And beauty
In our ugly mind's
We wear shoes
To protect our feet
Have to please them
With the right size
To keep healthy
To be comfortable
Go all the ways to please them
They will in return
Walk faster
With more stable steps
With more beautiful posture
Moreover some people may
Go further to please eyes
Hiding ugliness and handicaps
Building confidence
Showing off
Capturing admiration
And finally slaved their own selves
Hurting their feet
Forgetting to please
Their own hearts
Their inner souls
Twins, entrapped in purity of essence,
The woman and the vista;
She, for all the world, is real,
The other cast interpretive.
Models of implicit quintessence,
The painting and the sister;
She, to be so bold, can feel,
The other felt intuitive.
Beauty slaved in delicate pairing,
The female and the prospect;
She, embodying existence,
The other forced reflective.
Each a fundamental bearing,
Yet singular in aspect;
Apart, yet close in distance,
Duet, the splendour comparative.