The self-obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
envelopes the possessed mind with an illusory veil,
obscures the ordained destination God decides,
l need to reach, for I’m subservient of His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes the spirit,
as I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal indulgence.
Life is stifled by the corrupt clutch hidden within,
in penitence I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of anguish,
on the inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the shine of the spiritual crystal,
radiating in the inner sanctum with divine bliss.
Within the deep space of my godly awareness,
my soul sparkles with the brilliance of sacred sapphire.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
the luster of devout acuity turns me into a living gem.
Categories:
subservient, analogy, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
According to one unnamed economics professor: " . . . The Republican party has become the largest active communist group in America ~ promoting " " rather than discouraging it".
Identifying the social characteristics that fit Karl Marx economic model of The Proletarian among extreme modern groups like Christian Opus Dei or the Right-Wing Libertarians will help the subservient masses to survive the coming edicts with the proper obsequious responses . . .
That:
". . . government of the people for the people and by the people"
Shall never raise its ugly head again!
_______
Sincerely;
Robert (nom' de' guerré) WarLov
/ The Accidental Communist /
_____
See: [ //www.poetrysoup.com/poem/is_there_a_viable_communist_party_in_america_today_1716491 ]
Categories:
subservient, america, political, usa, war,
Form: Didactic
My
country
Canada
True North, strong, free
a land of beauty
prosperity, riches
subservient to no one
welcoming to just...everyone
but please don't mistake our kindness
for passivity or submissiveness.
Categories:
subservient, appreciation, patriotic,
Form: Etheree
I just want to live while I am alive,
I want you to get me out of this witless dive,
I want to drive through my memories,
You are not my subservient appetite.
I want to read you until you are alive,
I want to listen to you until you no longer share your archive,
You are nowhere near my quibbles,
And I am nothing but a mere turmoil.
The troubles you want to concise,
Doesn't make you anything near wise,
To make the conversation even smarter,
To not recognise your own voice like a shrewd pied piper.
The highway Life is full of marginalised sins,
The driver is the only witness by any means,
The nightlife cannot be reversed,
Now, you are never going to be nurtured.
I am drowning in the night,
You are running out of time,
You love to hide your loneliest crimes,
I love to be destroyed in my prime.
Categories:
subservient, anxiety, depression, psychological, riddle,
Form: Rhyme
Life and death intertwined
Love and hate woven together
Inextricably like an aged-old vine
Destiny go hand in hand forever.
Career is a chosen interest to any path
Fate has written in each fingerprints
Only the the braveheart able to evade a shot
To deviate the road taken by footprints.
Dream is a hollow there in the space
Only seen by a risky dreamer noob
The stardust smiles as it line trace
In this vast universe called love.
Life never ends here, mortal
Nor love begins in elated heart
When dove spirit soar in immortal
Signal a soul that soon depart.
Anyone seen the color of beauty
Those untouch things seen only by heart
Bisiege, tremors, and aches felt not easy
When two lips meet it's hard to twart.
Eternity meant for deserving spiritual
A reward for a heart that is obedient
God is so good, fair and factual
Life is beautiful for all the subservient.
Categories:
subservient, destiny, fate, life, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
You've read it correctly,
that's what the directions said directly
but
it's not some innate random homogeneous gift
that encourages and displays these internal poetic rifts,
we are somehow blessed,
betrayed, besieged, bestowed, beleaguered and bemoaned
by words, phrases, unmatched rhymed teasers enthroned
upon some grandiose display of mismatched garble
a picture, an image, a brain's ensemble, quite remarkable,
the integral, seamless agreed-upon selection
of who or what could be prisoner to our dissection,
there within the confines of heart, body, and mind
lay hidden pseudo images soft, hard, vile, and kind,
therein those coherent enigmatic systemic wholes
buried, shaped, unseen, rhythmic whispers of our souls,
the center of our individual, molded, subservient whole.
Categories:
subservient, allusion, poetry, word play,
Form: Free verse
My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.
Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.
Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.
Categories:
subservient, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
They say no one is perfect, but you were.
In the beginning, it was you and I.
Now I see, that it’s us, you, them and everything else in between.
Two islands across the sea have a stronger connection than you and me.
I’m everything you never wanted or thought to be.
I’m not thin or pretty.
I’m not subservient or submissive.
I’m not the right shade or person.
I’m loud.
I’m a bit heavy.
I’m bossy.
I’m demanding of a love, I once saw a glimpse of, in a man whose shadow I’d only seen.
You’re a good person.
You just can’t value me.
You just can’t love me the right way.
You just can’t because although you were perfect for me, I’m not even a dot to you and even if I was, I wouldn’t even sparkle.
I guess it’s true what they say…
No one is perfect.
But you were.
Categories:
subservient, beauty, black love, break
Form: Narrative
Trying to get released from sordid mire of mortal being
in karmic destiny, leading to the loss of errant essence,
the perception of divine conscience pervades me,
I beseech God to show me the path of inward journey,
for the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to embrace.
As the pristine petals of my soul placidly unfurl,
blooming the divine lotus of ecstatic awareness,
I perceive the shower of His gracious endowment.
In the aura of bliss I discern the beauty of liberated life,
blessed by the bequest of the absolute supreme giver.
In the calm sanctum of the heavenly consciousness,
I soar like an un-caged bird on the wings of devotion,
float in the boundless cosmos of eternal peace,
my serene soul flies free in the fervent firmament,
suffused with the euphoria of eventual salvation.
Surrendering totally to His omnipresent graciousness I hold
falling sky with inner trength, keeping me going till the end,
for I’ll remain subservient to His benign benevolence,
that, I’m certain, He has only just begun to bestow.
Categories:
subservient, analogy, blessing, god, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
As a figure in history and legend, she is mythic
but was regarded as parasitic and horrific.
She was demonized and dehumanized;
a woman so fiery,
known for notoriety and impropriety;
a mistress of seduction,
corruption and obstruction,
haughtiness and ungodliness.
Banished for not obeying Adam,
she embodied the fears of man:
a symbol of emasculation,
a primordial she-demon.
There is another side to her story.
Perhaps she deserves to be covered in glory.
She was strong and independent
and while facing resentment
for not being subservient,
she was unrepentant.
For many women, she is transcendent;
a figure so mythical
for feminine strength, she is the pinnacle,
her assertiveness: unequivocal.
Her name means "belonging to the night",
but she may be the brightest light
because - her admirers make no apology -
she represents equality.
Categories:
subservient, gender, myth, symbolism, woman,
Form: Rhyme
PolyPanTheistic minds
find faith in wealthy synergy,
where multi-organic bodies
experience therapeutic hope
for sacred Earth's healthiest
indigenous integrity.
MonoTheistic minds,
not so much;
more monoculturing bodies
experiencing supremacy
of Great White Father
jealously
and zealously reborn
in from-above missionary positions
reflected in AnthroSupremacist mirrors,
images,
iconic
and narcissistic
MotherEarth subservient
subjugating wildly inhumane imaginations.
Categories:
subservient, care, culture, god, health,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
The night doesn’t have a forever hold,
We’re not subservient to the embrace of shadows,
Light is not perpetually cloaked from our windows,
There’s an emancipation towards redemption.
Something pulls us to a higher plane,
There’s a vacuum in us longing to be filled,
They’re cracks in us desiring to be healed,
We’re in constant search of the extraterrestrial.
There’s a call from the deep,
There’s a spiritual gathering,
Hearts that are victims of weathering,
Souls seeking celestial grace.
There’s a pilgrimage towards an eternal door,
Something gnaws at our erring hearts,
We’re not self-driven carts,
The Divine summons our awakening souls.
May 14, 2024.
Categories:
subservient, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
TATTERED
The flag lay in the bloody muddy field
No longer proud, but torn and tattered
And what once was a standard to wield
Disregarded, as if it no longer mattered
The design featured a sword and shield
Abandoned ones, all severely battered
The fate of the defeated was now sealed
But all those left standing, now shattered
The vanquished, in chains, all appealed
Wounded in agony and blood spattered
Now subservient, all their lands to yield
And that King by victory, was flattered
Categories:
subservient, conflict, soldier, war,
Form: Rhyme
She sees through me,
She holds my hand across the tempestuous sea,
She understands my plight,
And can comprehend my fight.
Her words are like an armour,
She’s an ageless glamour,
At dawn, she rises to her task.
She can see what’s behind the mask.
She beckons on hope in dark days,
And understands some of life’s mysterious ways,
She finds a way out of the woods,
And is not subservient to gloomy moods.
She has a deep love for nature,
And made me understand its infinite stature.
Oh, I know someday she’ll be gone,
And I’ll be forlorn.
March 4, 2024.
Categories:
subservient, inspirational, mom, mother, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
ego evicted
looks at our soul
as a shadow does
subservient to light
the snake has shed
its lifeless skin
the carcass
released
Categories:
subservient, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
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