Subservience Poems | Examples

Absolute Rule

untamed masters, tame
their subjects, until they're tame 
enough to follow.

AI: panacea or pain

a Curtal Sonnet 

AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad 
it to subservience penned up in stalls.

Singularity approaches quickly 
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.

HUMAN BREAKDOWN

     Total freedom of expression
  that incites death, suicide,
     and destruction.
  it is not freedom, but terrorism...,
      subservience
       and slavery...
    it is not a thing of God...
  BUT RATHER A FAILURE...
   A HUMAN STUPIDITY!

Humanity collapse...

Strayed Sheep

Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp,
the flock of mine sprawls so very proud.
I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all,
for each one is happy to be in the crowd.

As I’m secluded in a ditch of sequestration,
the kinship camaraderie they show with flair.
For my innate nature I’m often jeered,
since their line of subservience I don’t tow.

In their group I’m the strayed one,
my own person, I’m the odd one.
I’m branded as an aberrant madcap,
for in my candid way I’m like none of them.

Life for me isn’t shaped for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside the heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been,
making the deviant otherness unique.

Chicken

I, the egg, split me open
And show the blood on my yolk
Men's brains would be better scrambled
Than left to hatch

Into wars over who cracks who
And who gets to pour their batter 
Into another's mold

Fire up the oven
All men should burn in hell
God included

For God is a man
A man who is as prideful
As the star He makes fall

Yet God suffers no consequences
And curses all anger against Him
He fights fire with fire 
That He never feels the burn of

God wouldn't make hell
If He risked writhing in it
And yet wakes man up to choose
To fall into subservience
Or wish he'd never been born

Delivery

A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.

She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.

Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.

A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,

from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.

Monarchs and Moneybags

Rascals and Ragamuffins

Scoundrels and Scallywags

Each bows in subservience

To Monarchs and Moneybags

Mosque Kettles

Because of mosque kettles,
Mama stay because
Grammar loves you, 
I will sell for a billion trillion dealion peppers
Tricked for a thousand years, 
Ask Babangida or Buhari,
They dine at the throne and palace,
While we pay subservience at their feet,
We went in with tools,
Came out with rules
With His sons,
Drank holy communion,
Which healed them of Corona Virus

Tell It Like It Is

Subservience, domination, 
a foot on the throat,
religion taught them that, did it?

oppression, decapitation,
suffering, death through starvation,
divine ordinance they have, do they?

symbols of their belief on their faces,
books from heaven they read,
fountain of their education, is it?

prescriptive attire, deny women education,
breed through them future,
yet slave them in God’s name, will they?

every man is born of a woman,
nourished in her womb,
yet he deems himself superior, does he?

time for civilisation to reject these notions,
bury untruth, burn beliefs of such bigots, 
let life flow as nature chose, shall we?

I reject religious symbols that chain me,
reject all lies sold as words of God!
I am a free person today! Are you?

written 29/10/2022
free verse
Mystic Rose sponsored
Tell it as it is contest
in support of the many who are not as lucky as some of us!!

Thank You For Your Servitude

The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.

Spiritual Portrait

From   life, i
     wish to be partner,
     not just passenger.... !
     of being a man,
     I don't worship musculature,
     no athletic strength...but
     virility without violence,
     no virulence...
     On the female side,
     the tender sensitivity,
     constructive... without subservience.
     To be a physical body...
     I appreciate the alignment
     with right principles,
      sans  arrogance...
     Of being soul, the constant search
     of improvement...
     Of being human, yes, humanly
    to share with the brothers,
     pure teachings...
     And wait patiently
     the final meeting
     of the spirits...!

Worship

Worship


Waiting in the Hawaiian Hiking café
for my breakfast burrito.
70’s music in the background 
to a mostly millennial crowd.
Clueless to the tunes of my youth,
they communicate in the same vacant
words and sounds like their fathers
and forefathers before them.
Each generation oblivious
to the previous one.

Fearful of the red death 
that their masters have foretold,
they wear little shrouds 
on their faces in feral obedience.

Mostly they are in communion
with their modern gods.
The ancients worshiped
idols of wood or stone.
They worship the id and ego,
adorned in small handheld devices
that require total subservience.

Ignoring the flesh and blood
that surrounds them,
they upload their emptiness
into dead machines
hoping it will fill the abyss.

I look at the souls around me
as they worship,
heads bowed;
praising 
exalting
glorifying

isolated
solitary
alone. 

  
9.14.21

One Night As a Slave

Your back was aching
deformed by subservience
shoulders sloped like some fourth-class non-human
as you cut the cane that kept Miss Lillie.

4/23/2021

excerpt from Ethnic Memory 2/10/2019

Liberum Divisa 5' Poetry Contest
Gregory R. Barden, Sponsor

Revengful Rage and Fury

Revengeful Rage And Fury.
.
Ominous angry sky’s
Bellow their fury
Bent on destruction
Demanding subservience
Both judge and jury
.
Ravaging and pillaging
Breaking the weak and lame
And defenseless
Wild and relentless
Wheeling its mighty sword
On it’s reaping crusade
.
The rattle rustle creaking and howl
The slashing bashing whipping and slaying 
An untameable tempest
With a hideous scowl
.
Frightening exciting awe inspiring
The reaper takes
Then after the dire harvest
It dissipates 
Into a wisp and whisper
After venting its anger
For anger's sake
Calm and equilibrium restored
Leaving a trail of destruction
In its torrid wake.
.

Peter Dome©2020.

Subservience

If absurdity
is the only reality

Time is the new servant
—to what lies within

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

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