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Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
Categories:
subjugators, inspiration, muse,
Form: Free verse
Furrowed down deep within
Burrowed while walking in a crowd
Silencing my thoughts & opinions
For fear of drowning
Existing in a world where I don't belong
Except for the saving power of love
Sculpting angels from the earth
Breathing life into everything I do
A maker of my own universe
Living in traverse
Visiting worlds from some forgotten dream
I am mortal, made up of memories & countless desires
Ashamed of being myself
Afraid of revealing too much of my fragility
Embarrassed to express myself
For fear of being judged by out of work actors & subjugators
Lingering in the doorframe
Looking for someone to blame
For the life I named
Never owning my intentions.
Categories:
subjugators, allegory, allusion, analogy, character,
Form: Free verse