Lock me behind bars,
Hide my eyes under the cloudy sky.
Sweet to burn my heart,
Kiss my nape and burn my soul.
Lovely crime, to love a boy.
He despises the fate I write,
The will I wish to sign.
O dear Lord, I beg as I close the closet,
How gay, and never overjoyed,
Over loving a man who hates my wine.
I plead to close the gates of my closet,
So, I never let him out of my mind.
Diamonds locked inside the safe.
The street commenced,
and the unseen oval behind
triggered the turning heads.
The eerie breeze tested
the thin cotton’s hold.
With every careful step ahead,
the sliding eyes roamed.
A sight that stirred
the stillness of cloth
searched for the valley
where the night could lie.
Behind that valley
a trembling heart waited,
counting the steps remaining.
Waves rose and fell
within the restless mind,
reminding her
of the ship
that had once stayed strong.
"You may now not serve this country
Though you may be fit and kind
I tell you this quite bluntly
I will suppress your kind
Petitions and the public
Shall never hassle my laws;
Amist a starving republic
They believe me
When I tell them you are the flaws
For I've convince them all the bathrooms
Are threatening where you lurk
I've convinced them all your schools
Are full of your witching work
So drink up; sweet deceit tastes good
I shall convince them you are a crime
My plan has made it thus far
And continues
One sip at a time."
ideal of opulence in the flesh called human
harboring a false sense of control and power
listening to voices you claim as your own
cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance
no regards for the blood shed to advance hierarchies
tyrannical systems smitten to hinder harm control
disparaging games with malice of life's spectrum
keeping most in a survivor unconsciousness
barrier resources disguise as community programs
traumatized disabled criminalized harmed violated
those who questioned complained about human rights
which played a major role in worldwide low vibrations
distracted from healing emotional balance of ancestral
self healing self love is the catalyst for love thy neighbors
love is the true frequency for freedom unity is the true rebellion
we are here we are rising we are disrupting
united we love united we fight
Were suppressed
The kids are depressed
The scary tango till death
We scream till were out of breath
It’s dangerous
We dance beneath the stars
While covered in scars
We march to the dead beat
Till the death tastes sweet
Tiny heart, world inside
Waiting for a hand to guide
I'm a seed, life's whisper
Promise of a thousand branches
Canopy reaching for the sky
ROOTS! Plunging deep
Earth's embrace, sustenance I seek
Mighty trunk, strong and proud
Touch the clouds, defy time's shroud
I YEARN TO RISE!
Reach for the sun!
Stand tall, testify
Life's grace is never undone
But wait-
Cold hand clutches
Potential stifled
Captive to unkind fate
No warmth
No nurture
No breath of life
Only darkness
Crushing weight
Forever denied my right
This is my story
Unfulfilled potential
Silent scream of what could've been
Echo of a dream... that never grew
Mind enticed to rhyme-
poetry had challenged me,
" Checkmate. " Said Haiku.
Suppression ..
cracking open the flesh.
Never suppress the
Feeling of the soul
This inner oppression
Is not just foam
It is a fine thread
You need a needle
To sow close packets of regrets
And mistakes you have buttoned up
Looking through what
You had to do.
Those hole's ..
Have control over you.
Suppression
Stabs and tears you..
Gash you on the inside..
The hole's suppressed
Stitch and heal them
Ditch or seal them
Beat suppression
Defeat it's fierce force
Eliminate repression
Before pieces i become
Don't waste time
It's too precious..
And precious can become ..
Previous.
Previous will become
Sadly.
Sadly such as ..
If I only had ..
Like you had to do.
Suppression
It has expired
it is finished
gone.
Hush hush little heart
No more deal's
Merry merry go round
Lovely lively times ahead.
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
…Fidgeting fingers
Sliding into crevices
Redefining new dimensions
As Suspense drifts into evidence
Ye season is upon us
Uncover what’s been absent
Lacking substance
Corroded with trauma of past tense
Acknowledge the struggle
Or succumb to a future tragic
Laughing
I’m an abundance
My thunder
Lives through my laugh
My cries are what makes me humble
I may stumble along my path
But the end is not the journey
The journey it never ends
I cringe
I live
I’m yearning
You heard me
Without ears
I’m here
But always searching
For a heart I can live within
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
A prime minister of Land Down Under -
from her role she had been put asunder.
I've been reading of texts
and jokes made of her sex,
but about her I still have to wonder . . .
I surmise mostly Aussies would know
more exactly why she was let go,
I sure wish I knew
that at "Beyond Blue"
she was doing kids good. Do you think so?
April 17, 2022
For Joe Maverick's contest regarding Julia Gillard. Title is to be same as the name of this contest.
It's the best I could come up with from my research but I do not understand
Australian politics very well.
If one chooses to enter the political realm
[To serve his or her country in high office]
Inevitably, they will be accused of misconduct
Of one sort or another during their tenure
Julia Gillard, ex-Prime Minister of Australia,
The first and only female in Australia’s history
Is no exception.
From 2010-2013, she performed her duties, but
Was deposed by her predecessor, who claimed
Rightly that she was ambivalent, that she
Sordidly vacillated in her actions and decisions
And such claims by one’s political allies and opponents
Are rather common when a position of authority
Is coveted.
No evidence exists, however, that she was a traitor!
Treason (to be a traitor) requires attacking the state
Authority “to whom one owes” [complete] “allegiance
With the intent of overthrowing the government.”
Almost ten years have passed since she left office,
And it would behoove the Australian powers that be
To move on.
written March 28, 2022
Self-suppression
Of feasting and drinking beyond the road.
Conflicts and dissonance over the load
Trembling in the face of the tide, of youth age
Thoughts altogether are the sign of the rage
Prisoner of desire in a locked cage.
What if one claims to be a sage?
Fails among the average, but blurry beige
It's the act of dedicating oneself to a life of carnage.
One's heart is racing and his feet are pounding, as they search for
The taste of the sweet, becomes all the sour.
Skipping, sleeping through, and failing to complete the chore
Waiting for twilight to fall on the door.
On the head of me the dusk is to fall
It’s just a demand, why, why for?
Not quite, but on the inside
One must deceive oneself so as to hide.
. .
. .
. .
……Ksanet Brhane (peace of mind)…..
13/02/2022
with much depression
many may have obsession
about suppression
no longer in groove
so scenery should improve
when statues remove
spread we should prevent
those hired by government
so message to them sent
a major mishapse
a Surfside condo collapse
in life has caused gaps
had their heads in sand
receive vaccine did demand
which is what we planned
scene was depicted
of what people predicted
will be evicted
a required task
even if in sun may bask
we should wear our mask
what if they refuse
come up with perfect excuse
their bodies abuse
had a lot of nerve
did cut me off at the curve
around him would swerve
from sin should abstain
for Olympics start to train
on Japan's terrain
what we did discuss
you can always count on us
for a seat on bus
had way with finger
caused me to make a ringer
leaner which will linger
was flick of the wrist
or way I would make a fist
add me to long list
made really mad dash
he had been making big splash
in on talent cash
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