Subdues Poems | Examples

Beyond the Portrait

In the pattern, she hides,  
A woman with many sides.  
Strength is her ornament,  
And wisdom is her fragrance.

Gaze into the checkered portrait,  
With your eyes fixed straight,  
You’ll see a woman who battles  
Against the tendrils of night,  
A woman who vehemently subdues darkness.

She speaks through her silence;  
Her eyes are the unspoken guidance, 
She urges you to colour your day with hope,  
To go beyond the raging sea.

She refuses to be shrouded by the recalcitrant night;  
She journeys toward the light.  
The pattern cannot tell her story;  
It only illustrates her glow.

Salute a woman of courage,  
One who won’t be slowed down by age.  
When you ask, “How do you know so much about her?”  
It’s because I know her beyond the portrait.


September 7, 2025.

Killick

                              Killick


Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick 
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair 
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.

When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel, 
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high  
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.

Make America Grate Again

Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.

For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re gonna give them fight or flight
(for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers).
There’s nothing wrong with being white:
or claiming what is ours.

Remember when Strom Thurman ruled?
A time when men were men.
For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled:
the sword subdues the pen.
Though King and Evers had us fooled,
we don’t get fooled again.

America was always mean,
until we lost our way.
The atom bomb, the mud marine –
Pacific equals prey.
You’re eighteen? With an A-15
you’ll always get your way.

We don’t need Confucian.
We’ve got Roger Stone.
Disregard the Constitution –
we’ll do this on our own.
Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian?
Our wisdom is home-grown.

We bow, but only to our owners:
faceless, taxless, they:
they’re so rich, they give us boners:
they never leave LA:
we worship them. They’re known as donors:
we gave the store away.

Aftertaste

the inhibitions fade
a slow, deliberate ritual
some beautiful
mostly terrifying

the glass, a chalice
cradles the forbidden
each drop, a fiery kiss
flowing when the world tilts

diving into the velvet nectar
foreknown implosion 
indulgence ignites 

amber tides cascade
over softened edges
an eager palate 
laughter bubbles up
a joyous release  
rhythmic intoxication
and the world spins

kaleidoscopes of color
unconsidered judgements
a hazy fog settles 
self spite to commence 

unrestrained truths 
hidden beneath the surface
spew candidly in chaos
a marionette dancing 
self strung schemer 

with every clink
memories 
brimming with stories untold,
fragmented like shattered glass
thousands of jagged shards 
stained plentiful 
disappointment

a lingering ache
bitter emptiness 
the cruel hand of reality
Subdues and suffocates
disillusioned symphonies 
of joy

shackles to sobriety

Tremble with Joy

      Tremble with joy
         Praise Him with fear 

      The Lord of Heaven and Earth
         The Judge of us all is here

      He raises up the humble
         Subdues stubborn pride 

      Weds Himself to the righteous ~
         He is their groom. They are His bride

Ille Terra Lamentum

The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Subdues gently the fervor of Death's perennial
Parade, whose incumbent silences the withering leaves
Do so barely correct, by singing tremulous or crying to the choral winds.

But, as with an inspirited indifference, that incensed breeze yet swept
The consummate scent of Earth s due decay
Far from that secret tome whence mortal moments may,
As with grave strength from deepest wells of regret,

Be still distilled into that which, -despite bare Oblivion's 
   effortless sway-
Thus vivifies such frailty as whereby
The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Has ever it's beauty in sanctity kept.

And does Death then yet impress a violence but so fair,
As with the mellowing maple leaf, or the ripening pear?
And who would prevent them that Death should repay?
Hence, the consummate scent of Earth's due decay.

What Is Earth Life About

began as a trickle
an occasional tingle
then became a torrent
fiery, potent and assertive 
we speak of the bliss current

if descent be with awareness 
we will be awake in duality
embodying light of God
without any dilution 
in mind-body pod

our earth vessel
has a mind of its own
it subdues voice of soul
silence in turn negates ego
making us again blissful and whole

what is termed as enlightenment 
is in truth merely waking up
who we are we recognise
life goes on as before
free from ego’s lies

back to magnetism 
being pulse of Holy Spirit 
bliss compels us to remain still
we transmute becoming the flame
living life in accordance with God’s will

Yours Lovely

In my gleam of consciousness
I crush on a lady of complete awesomeness
Her body is fruity
The very epitome of beauty!
Esther Sando: a lady of virtue
That always makes use of her IQ
Her smile that passes
Like Summer's buzz
Subdues my heart to tremble
With her fair face Portia to resemble.
She is out and out beautiful!
A queen fit only for the faithful
You could wonder how she's created
If only she were not an angel.

Grief

Illusion subdues the waking reality when the soul is weeping and heart crying. 

A man chases a shimmering mirage of inconceivable expectations, only to stumble upon the rock of a grievous reality. 

Sadness is a notorious goon that continues to plunder your intellect.

We yearn for people who no longer exist and desire things, beyond what is meant,

Grief is a powerful force that pushes a man to relinquish his grip on reality.

Moments of despair and ended an era,
and the cold blow of melancholia tricks me into chasing the chimera,


The era is gone, but I still view the storm surge 
My eyes are wet and my heart on the soul is troubled in this big world. 
.
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I sat under the dark sky and pined for my lost love,

Eyes red with grief, heart sore with memories,

I waited in the lonely downtown, waiting for my lost love."

Something Pierces My Heart

Something pierces my heart
‘tis sharper than a sword, and
Spear of any knight…

Through the eight ribs, it pierc'd
In the dark corner of my loneliness
It quickens my soul from adversity

But sometimes, put me in tears
Of true tenderness emotion…
It raises my head above the deepest ocean…

Also, raise me a dais of silk and gown;
Bend my heart like a rose bouquet
And like a tickset of apples' boughs

It subdues the laugh of hate,
But enact me a mystical cry of joy
And gives a scent of honour

It pierces my heart more deeper
I lost the lust of my heart
And I step on the path of intimacy

With passion and commitment
I live on its path… satisfaction,
Because, it's euphoria, it's LOVE.

Chirps From the Treetop

The swift, whiz, of a spring breeze,
    Young leaves nodding in the trees.
      Quick flutter of small wings, through
        High branches searching the sky of blue.

  On cushion grass, Kitty walks,
    Anxious sits, meow, it talks.
      Watchful eyes, it hawks its prey,
        As its tail rapidly moves in play.

  Kitty's claws climb upward thrall
    As, first scattered raindrops fall.
      From one small branch, to the next,
        The bird jumps, in frighten chirps, perplex.

  Separated from branches,
    And glimmering light patches,
      Moving steadily above,
        The bird is all Kitty can dream of.

  Spring-shower subdues, chirps shrill.
    Sun's touch, expectations still.
      Fully Kitty's view, it cries.
        Tree blossoms, limbs open, thrill bird flies.

3/24/2022


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Qaress Genisless

when the diver
with his deluded desire on fire
juxtaposed the diving suit
and found false gold ingots at the bottom of the sea,
he had the vision of Eden obliterated by fire,
because if immersed or submerged as a result of errors,
you find nothing inside or outside of yourself
that is not a simulacrum of what is real,
for in the stationary orbit of irregular thoughts,
the phatic chains collapse
and what was wild about you natural
today is a modern polymer so processed,
to the point that the rattle of these failures
subdues an entire strain of humanism
that we happen to have one day
and our current mix of insanity and obsession
it is just what does not free us from more abysses,
not even if unhappiness depended only on it
or if the risk of succumbing as a gender
no longer exist in us unnecessary.

Nessun Dorma

A gentle hand upon my skin
To balm my sleeping soul within
A fragile brushing 'gainst my face
Adorns my soul with air and grace.
The kindest, mildest, tender touch
Subdues my soul to mind too much
The quaver of my joyful heart
As all my anguish blows apart.
And in the fluent light of morn
A freshness in my soul, reborn,
Where thoughts bygone, should I partake,
May kiss my brow as I awake.

The Decadent Dance

Night air shivers in restless repose
To pallid dreams of dorment desire
Creaking groans of lost souls moan
Some poor tortured thing may haunt

Besieged by phantasmagoric demons
Lest blood deceive pernicious tales
Crumbling corridors hear chants that echo
Midst gossamer embraces that flicker intent

Bibles smoulder their pitiful surrender
An effigy of crucified Christ beholds
Soulless eyes invite submission
Cradling esurient sanguine lust

Shrouds cascade in flowing tatters
Whispers waft upon dank air
Inviting fleeting prayers murmered
A weeping tear on cheek to bare

Crucifix clutched with growing fervour
Defends this depraved decadent dance
Beguiled in spidery webs uncertain
A purifying presence subdues perchance

Screams descend as fiery infernos
Like dancing flame to spiralling moth
Ash cascades as falling snowflakes
Melting like the morning frost

© Arcana

Time-Tested

Neither sages nor seers
No preachers or peers,
Time teaches best.

Neither prayers nor potions
No pills or lotions,
Time heals best.

Neither care nor compassion
No penance or pardon,
Time mends best.

Neither fate nor fortune
No blessings or boon,
Time favors best.

Neither passion nor patience
No revolt or reverence,
Time subdues best.

Neither sword nor sorcery
No death or destiny,
Time vanquishes best.



~Contest: "T" (Time)
~Sponsor: Constance La France.

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