man is women’s last
subjugated animal
skinned more then once
As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer
, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plants
Burned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,
Your image, fountain of dreams wrought by my thoughts,
Penetrates gently through all the pores
Of my soul soiled in the struggle of burning hatreds,
Of sad and silent moments, and of daily cares.
Like a heady perfume spread by tenderness
Which seizes the intoxicated and subjugated soul in its palace
And lulls it with memories and unspeakable dreams,
Immaterial arms ardently
embrace My exhausted thoughts and my dark meditations
When your eyes are reflected in the lake of love of my heart...
In the space a forgotten person is left to entertain
The remainder of civilization has been acquired
The unfinished civilized area per "your" affront, complaint, insult
Inflammatory remarks is creation of code
Creating colony
Demanding colonization by war
The financial crimes which capture attention are all in time.
Havings leavings
Feelings frustrated
Poor troddings while wasting into the poor shallows?
Allowed to do so.
Beneficial beginning from behind.
Avoid all affronts
Immediate rights?
Separation from extreme exposure
The writers block of monetary syndrome survivors
The elements for one
The news arriving on earth
In the way the news was arriving
No obstacles?
Really?
Greetings!
Thank you so much for submitting your letter to The Washington Post.
Portion control included, have fun?
History allows one the Japanese quartermaster position
Wisdom innate & within Us All
(mass consciousness is coming)
Those who now stand opposed but know to rest at bay,
They will yet live to Fight another day,
If we choose to walk the given walk,
Use Words, Music, Frequencies, vibrations that resonate,
For those that don't or won't, cannot then talk,
For words are this and much more, but also a message to liberate..,
Propaganda is everywhere except in ourselves,
We the former subjugated masses must now really unite,
Stolen youth and of course mass stolen wealth,
God given consciousness is in us all,
Freedom from all the pervasive lies and stealth,
Concede, acquiesce to a downtrodden Humanity,
Or break free completely and rise up tall?
Waking up isn't so hard to do,
As it is the basic sense, the moral instinct inside of you,
Reconnect to Humanity's mass consciousness now,
Failing to do so, is an incentive to fall,
Find a way, anyway, someway and somehow,
Wisdom innate & within Us All
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
2nd October 2022
During covid 19 Global lockdown and Constant new Wars
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
You say see it your way
Trying hard to convince
Me repeat what you say
Each word I painfully wince
Memory has sharp twists
Heavy mind candidly speaks
Reasons counted off lists
Your narrative has leaks
Nonsensical tremors control
The levers of guilt pulled
Relegated to a desperate role
Your idea of brainwashing sold
In this chaotic , crazy world in which we live
everyone is often subjected to unpleasant feeling.
Unfortunately , we live in the new world order,
in which the machine is the predominant
factor , which defines every activity
of our life.
Sooner than later, human will be utterly
enslaved by the machine.
It is tremendously tough times for those
creators that belong to minority
because of the stereotypes which prevail
in our society.
So, on thing is clear to me, everyone
who is a creator of Art
should be only subjugated to God...
Delighted by a rippled sky
in layers of a parfait pink
I wonder nature’s alibi
and how it always makes me think
For though I see its wondrous hues
through eyes that show me of its grace
I know that it is everywhere
in every person, thing or place
To what amazement, I am bound
in trying to respect its rule
In realizing that the world
is just its subjugated fool
Yet nonetheless, its beauty reigns
in mountains, rivers, forests green
In every flower’s subtle scent
in everything I’ve ever seen
I wonder nature’s alibi
though manifesting so much love
It’s also holds the key to hate
If only men could rise above
Is it my fault why I loved you unconditionally?
Is it my punishment to live without love,
without sweet words,
without hugs,
Subjugated,
powerless to get out of these walls that love for you built
Why do I feel hopelessly lost?
Why can't I get out of this circle of suffering,
Why am I stuck in you, when you have no eyes to see that I am on ice but I am burning inside?
Why are you desolating my soul, when all I've done is to love you, unconditionally.
I keep thinking of what happened to us
Did we meet at the wrong time, or did we get lost in the traps that this journey of life raised for us.
In the heart of the Philippine’s embrace
Is a metropolis pulsating with life
Concrete veins coursing with stories
Unfolding each day within the urban tapestry
Tall buildings stretch towards the sky
Mirroring the aspirations of millions
Each window a glimpse into dreams
A city’s determined and unflappable vibe
Streets are alive with endless motion
Jeepneys weaving through the bustle
Railing against functional dissonance
Manila reverberates with fierce pride
Subjugated by a multitude of countries
History whispers a familiar narrative
From the cobblestones of Intramuros
Throughout the barangays of the metro
A resilient energy takes flight daily
Overcoming setbacks and carving a path
The positive Filipino spirit alive and ablaze
Rising above it all as suns of a new day
MANIPULATING AGENT
Oh man!
You have been hypnotized
Sexually and emotionally,
You have become prey to the Opposite sex:
She controls the man with Her voluptuous body Physique,
She gains the advantage of
The enslaved man to achieve
Her own end;
Subjugated through lust
subjected to the sexual
Power of an exclusive deity, woman;
Man is a slave to the Opposite sex,
Slave to her curvy, rounded Breast,
Slave to her smooth, well shaped gluteus Maximus;
Man is a slave to the Sparkling, beauteous Nature Of her glowing skin,
The vicious circle of man's Manipulation And Exploitation continues;
He is being manipulated Sexually, Emotionally, Mentally, and physically
By the exclusive deity, woman.
Independence-
Hypnotic illusion, absurd intoxication
The more I enjoy the more I feel subjugated!
© Mahtab Bangalee
Why does one feel outcast?
Why base self-worth on the opinion of others?
A great and tragic lapse in ego,
irrational thought, and weak superego.
An outcast allows themself to be victim,
being subjugated by their perceived “tormenters”.
A compliment that I have not succumbed
to the societal norms of hatred, envy, jealousy,
disdain, racism, and exclusion.
My mind is my own and I follow my gut that tells me right from wrong.
I will not comply to be liked, included, loved, or admired.
So call me outcast, I wear it as a badge of valor and courage.
Silence
I'm dying in silence
So wretched in pain
Looking for jubilation
But where do I begin?
When silence has subjugated me
Who do I turn to?
When most seem to be targets of depression
I'm hungry for uncoditional support
Trying to skedaddle from silent pain
Seeking for someone to hear me out
But they all tend to be victims of dying in silence
Huh! Silence....
Silence is just silence
A toxic chemical which cause depression
Without being swallowed
Can I skedaddle it?
Argh! Wait, I'm looking for jubilation
But where do I begin?
When silence seem to be one of my dread
I can't even swallow bread
For silence has taken over
Bit by bit
Little by little
I'm dying inside
Dying in the midst of combat with silence
So wretched in pain
Wish to heavily exhult in happiness
?Rirhandzu Manzini
# The Black Poet With Light Visions
Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
Ginnels are cavernous and gloomy
Between smoke-stained dwellings
Under the close watch of a warship
Where the flowers of beauty bloom
abundantly available
Ugliness is merely apparent
With the likelihood of being subjugated
Written: November 17, 2022
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