How many times have I been,
or perceived to have been,
the victim of cruelty or injustice,
which I tolerated,
as I felt it was necessary to survive
or, if not to survive,
to maintain a minimum standard of living -
as a child,
as a sick person,
as a subordinate in a corporation?
How did it make me feel?
Angry.
How did it work out when I expressed my anger?
Poorly.
Hence, much of my life was lived
through a clenched jaw.
Which doesn't seem pleasant.
Is there another way?
Philosophy?
Religion?
Forgiveness?
Acceptance?
Reassessing when I must compromise?
Learning a new way to communicate -
civil, yet uncompromising?
I wonder.
Come again
Come against
The temple the how is is going
Sir
Like my name
Next time
Aint a happen
Yet im a man
In line
Like how i defi
Ant
To me
Loud about it
Check da mate
King to a cause
You inordinate
I subordinate
Textable mouths
I fed
Like an agent of change
Your minds a painful page
Working on lines
In war
You a charge that can’t fake in
You stop for no one, dear, you made it clear. No rank or caste of any stripe can twist your arm to force your hand to a procrastinating pause.
I thankfully attribute your plodding tick tocks to your gentle generosity, but why are you so inexorably steady so by the time you chime, you leave little space to ponder on how fast you really flew?!
If only money could bribe any of your subordinate segments, if glittering gems could soften your mechanical demeanour…You made it clear - you are not for sale and your pace is non negotiable.
I hold you dear as my constant companion in my relentless journey as I respectfully bow to your ambiguous grandeur of grace - you give it all for a long while and then you take it all at once.
You stop for no one. You made it clear.
You brought gifts to my home, spending your money
Sent me chocolates, you were sweet like honey
Like a chameleon your colours shone when we met
It soon changed 3 weeks after we wed
My confidence disturbed your dominant demeanor
My independence danced to a tune you did not like
Relieved when I left, the grass was much greener
For respect was not something you gave me as a wife
Your toxic masculinity took you for a fool
Thinking your wife must be a subordinate which you rule
Your father's counsel never made your choices wise
Your obsession with being in control led to our demise
Heart break never stained my resilient heart
For it was impossible to fall in love with a Narc'
I could not be heart broken from something I tolerated
Leaving your prison home made me feel liberated
At our first encounter, you were a radiant sight
Like a chameleon your colours beemed very bright
It was a temporary adaptation. Soon your colours changed
For indeed a reptile a chameleon will always remain
“S”
by Lanier Thomas
So,
Seeing
Successful
Salubrious
Senators sitting
Supposedly serving
Silently subordinate
Society, so sickening
Stomachs, several sundry sullen
Students spurned supporting such senators.
The purpose is set I am in denial
I confess my mess
I choose to do not to choose to do
in revelance to my trials and test
I am relinquished
Subordinate intent and due process
I am ever blessed
I confess my mess
I choose to do what I choose
not to do and any question
while I question who am I to question
I am relevant in random decision
and in my inner vision
and any of my inquisiteness
I confess my mess
I am blessed
with the light that shuts out the darkness quest
I am ever listened I am more not less
I am sequential I am randomly choosing
to choose what I chosen I choose
for yet in my profile I choose to be now random denial
3/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
LETTERINGS
expressing
the
vulnerable
impressions
in
a
customary
sophisticated
interplay
surfaces
draped
frozen
in contrasts
natural
unaware
as
light
dispenses
mercy
intimidation
subordinate
to
aesthetics
focussed
then
parting
with
passions
enslaced
albeit
leaning
toward
longing
&parting
&desire
underlining
in
solitary
fragmentd
desolate
glimpses
met head on
She rolls her eyes
and the Devil Dog
knows a subordinate
a savory dish
for her eyes
they deviate
Jackals are gathered
to howl at Sirius
like satellites
they are called up
below it
under its occult rising
The cohort is hoisted
the dole is allocated
immaculate coercion
a spree of offerings
and favors are granted
torches are lit for burning
The ascendent is gifted
the starlet branded
abiding attendants are delighted
under her heliacal rising
Canicula is blazing.
OBSCURE LIFE CHARACTERS
Hero
Your terror is palid..
fear is your greatest gesture!
Soldier
your loneliness
is greater than death...
smaller than an enigma,
a data..!
COMMANDED
The bigger the well
from the horror,
more exposed to
subordinate...
THIEF
eternal processor
of other people's gestures..
overeacting prophylaxis
poorly provided,
usurper of
compromising crumbs,,,
NOZZLE
verbose word
among deaf...
brilliant gesticulator
among blinds...!
I am a warrior of a kingdom
A subordinate of a higher command
Who toil and strive for greatness
Render services for the sake of Humanity
And social perceptions
There is hope for a fair treatment
And the wish to harvest
Fruits of viable seeds
Planted in the fields
But then, the unexpected
Struck me in the face
High hopes of fruitfulness
Dwindled down the drain
I am heartbroken
I am speechless
This reality was a bitter pill
I couldn't blame my self though
There were few reasons to trust
I am now vulnerable to comprehend
To numerous suggestions
I really wish to amend my thoughts
In relation to your actions
I yearn to better this version of myself
Yet negative energy from within
Shut me down
The scope of life
Was wider than i thought
My best , I've done
And I deserve rest too
I've learnt. I'm still learning
I found the keys to my mind...
I dismantled the heart lock,
put novel words in the mouth,
Asleep in the light of poems
awake at the dawn of poetry
that your loving eyes inspired,
subordinate to caress
of your hugs and kisses,
I woke up,,,, knowing that now
yes, I am a bard, a poet...!
Lawyers propose and courts dispose,
Promptly adjourn but seldom close
Cases, as snails go on,
Goes on case explosion,
Helpless we grate teeth to what goes.
_____________________________________
Happenings |20.01.2023| limerick
Poet’s note: There is an explosion of pending cases in Indian courts: Over 40 million cases are idling in subordinate judiciary, another 5.6 million in high courts, and 70,000 in Supreme Court. Every time this issue comes up, demand for more courts, more judges, more resources is raised. Does anyone think of three A’s: adjournments, admissions, and appeals? No one talks of cutting down delays, long affidavits/arguments/counters, long winding judgments. And why should judges have long vacations as in the British time? But no one wants to bell the cat, as this ditty cries out.
SANCTIONS ENGAGED
the impact
formulated&cultivated
to promote
captivating
the impossible
eliciting
dazzling sparkling
gathering the dedicated
with oblique
but lighthearted
pretexts
& pleasures
vituousy
devoted
to facilitate
&reward
continuation of the
subordinate role
cited by a phrase
inward daydreams
an unappreciated
force
but with
an essential aim
somewhat incongruous
but significant
perpetuates the
expressive sensation
connects
meaning
with a new style
continually
contributing
to its
origins
frequently applying
distinctive approaches
&poignantly tracking
tendencies
to mesmoralize
&
immense in
full participation
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
BEYOND THE REAL
yet
rooted in reality
on display
infused
with the subliminal
a
transfused but
a separate
internal creative
vision
blending
external sensation
this anchored
perception
extrapolated&
evident
orchestrating
the
simplified patterns
of beauty itself
exploring
the dramatic
subordinate
yet serving
to
enliven&
exhilarate
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
It's another chilly morning,
As you wake up while yawning,
Breakfast is ready in the dinning,
After some exercise and training,
Dress up and get ready for learning.
There is no time for clothes ironing,
You're late so you better keep running,
Crossing the road as cars are horning,
Soldiers ask for your ID before opening,
You don't wanna be late for the signing.
Your heart is beating and burning,
They allow you but with a warning,
As you're busy with finger scanning,
A subordinate staff stops cleaning,
And tells you your shift is in the evening.
©Kelmwa
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