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firestar:
Genjutsu

It's just morning
Yet, I recall
I recall the day before
The day before The Eclipse
Those words I play
I play like a mantra
A mantra in
In the recess of my mind:


^{Why the caged bird sings
He tweets a fine haunting tune...
His plea? Release me...}


I am trapped
With this haunt
It's dusk at dawn

My spirit's out
My soul within
Trapped by an illusion
Sealed in

Singing a haunt
That you might hear
Flaunt my despair
For you see...

If you can hear me
I'll be set free
So I sing
I sing to be free

firestar:
Genjutsu

It's just morning
Yet, I recall
I recall the day before
The day before The Eclipse
Those words I play
I play like a mantra
A mantra in
In the recess of my mind:


^{Why the caged bird sings
He tweets a fine haunting tune...
His plea? Release me...}


I am trapped
With this haunt
It's dusk at dawn

My spirit's out
My soul within
Trapped by an illusion
Sealed in

Singing a haunt
That you might hear
Flaunt my despair
For you see...

If you can hear me
I'll be set free
So I sing
I sing to be free

Pdizzle:
Take me away
*
The hard floor has eaten into my ribs and fed fat on it,
My eyes frail and skin pale from the extreme cold at nights and the day's heat,
My lungs beg for quality air,
My heart quivers with fear,
My bones beg for strength,
I feel ashamed, I've failed at length.
*
My spine found a new friend,
These bars i lean on, send cold chills down the bend
I feel happy for it,
It takes the tingle and send it down my feet,
Though i miss deborah's thighs and body seat,
At least it has something to play with.
*
Take me away, back to the days i was warned and heeded not,
And i will lend listening ears,
Take me away, back to the days i erred and careth not,
And i won't listen to my peers,
Take me away, back to the days i was caught,
And i will hide better,
Take me away from these thoughts,
Take me away from this fetter.

iyabodeh:
9. An Illusion Of Freewill

When free will becomes an illusion,
Dreams of old remain on repeat.
How do you free truth from deceit?
When you're trapped by own emotion.

The evil is a memory in the head.
It roams, lurks and even pricks.
Guilty conscience to attack, it seeks.
So common sense can turn up dead.

Freedom from our own guilt, we wish.
Servitude to a higher being, we plead.
But when he comes with fire, hearts skid.
And yet, we remain trapped like a fallen witch.

Freedom is an illusion of free will.
Iron bars that are weak, seam real.
Darkened souls, forever roam free.
Yet, the remorse of the weak remain same.
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Pacesetter4lyf:
Black and behind bars

He stood behind bars and dialogued with karma,
His senses are plagued, he wished he hadn’t,
Regrets form, behind tar darkened skull,
And sorrow and sorrow let his hide radiate darkness.

He shines so bright – like soot,
His sunken eyes cry for Karma’s mercy,
More so, they want bear witness to the truth,
And see if it could invite life’s clemency.

I however feel his misery,
But know nothing about this mystery,
See, a black Negro lies awasting,
He clings to bars and gulps life’s sting.

The man behind bar looks shabby,
Skin and wear outdoing each other in blackness,
I hear his trousers shout '‘let me be’',
As it surges downwards in the cell’s darkness.

But to forgive is divine,
Succor will come again – someday,
When this Negro will feast with glass of fine wine,
And tell us what the bars say,
And advice fellows on the path they choose – someday.

pacesetter4lyf

venivedivici:
Restructure in what sense, bro? Punctuation and diction as pertaining to what parts or lines? I think you should be more explicit, sir.

donifez:
THE AGONY OF THE INNOCENT


Here i am languishing in this cell of mischief,
Staring at emptiness...drowning in a sea of grief,
I came to these country to make end meet, survival of the fittest is what it is,
with my hands i worked, for every cent gained...an intense body pain.



An horse pistol was found in my crib...like a compass it leads me to an unbearable ring,
The court was filled to a brim....my fall their glorious glee,
with every gavel been hit...my fate was gradually sealed,
The judge pronounced my fate....I was guilty so he said.


Here i am now...with tears flowing like raindrop from a pine,
Justice i seek, vengeance shall be mine,
A murderer was i called, now a murderer i shall be,
And when i get the enemy that plotted this against me,
I shall leave a trace of evidence deep within him.

7

niyisky:
Niyisky


Prisoner of Love...

Amy come here biko'
And see the man you left behind.
Without you virtue and joy have left me
I'm emotionless and dark.

I built up walls in my heart,
To deal with the pain you gave me.
They grew out of my control into bricks and bars,
That are closing in.

So real Amy, I can touch them;
My gaze is kept on my feet all day,
Alone and nothing to look up to.
The past is block and the future barren.

Even Emenike and Chuka,
My Favorite mockers have grown weary
Those village clowns, clowning their way to kingship.
There's nothing left to laugh about.

But I know you can break through this defense,
And get me out of this fence.
I'm a dead man standing,
I bare the burden of lost on my sagged shoulders...

5

venivedivici:
5 LABYRINTHS

Trapped
In the dungeons of the mind
Impeded
By doubt and disillusionment
The only things flying free
Are gliding blogs of cloud
Sometimes white, peaceful
Others grey: blurred lines, demilitarized zones, transient ceasefires
A thousand shades of bondage;
Or birds
Executing graceful awesome aeronautics
And eyes, although hindered by Ra's rays

They say it is a long walk to freedom
(Is it true, Nelson Mandela?)
What if one can never be free?
If prisons are hallucinatory
Confines, concretised by instruments of State
And chains are illusory bracelets
Mirages enforced by law?

Prison...
If prison is a precursor to hell
And multiple minotaurs abound therein
Then hell is here, where
At break of dawn
There are no memories of distracting dreams
And at crack of twilight
No reminiscences of day
Not even negatives of fond photographs
But déjà vus of the gloomy future.

.

LORDI:
NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE
On all homes
That lie bereft
Along plains
That line benue shores

On silent farms
Of extinct tribes
That nutured yams
And gold mines today

We found the hands and feet and
The decapitated heads
That lay like pitted blackheads
On the turning cheeks for africa

Then I know for sure
NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE

laykorn:
3- FREEDOM BEHIND STEEL BARS(a letter to my wife)

Dammy,
I looked in the bathroom mirror today,
and I saw my hairs turning grey.
I have somethings to tell you,
my gift on Christmas Day.

Dammy,
there is a hidden part of every one of us,
that we spend our whole lives looking for.
It has not a name,and can never be described in a way.
Hidden,yet thrashing against the walls,a screaming voice.

Dammy,
I know you stare at the moon,smell in the dew.
But have you found the hidden the hidden part in you?
The part that makes you human,makes you fulfilled.
Yesterday,I was a convicted felon,today I made a breakthrough.

Dammy,
Open eyed yet I was too blind to see.
Now I've found the hidden part of me.
I've found the joy that remains,
when freedom ran and ceased to be a friend,for me.

Dammy
My music,the heavy 'clang clang' of locks,
and play,when Skuka pulls his violent stunts.
But everyday my freedom multiplies,doubles and remains.
When I remember dying here before my 100 years long.

Dammy
Now never you try to remember my cuddles or my kisses.
My roses or my perfumes and the promises or all this Christmas Day feelings.
Cos I am free now I am free.
Free as a rain drop,when it leaves its mother,the sky, falling.


Dammy
Never you try to call my words balderdash,for they have a meaning.
The meaning of a sentence,but prolonged by a prisoners writing.
Cos I am free now I am free
Steel bars are not really there when you pretend not to see.

Dammy
So join me now,to chant a freedom rhyme.
With a soothing rythm,we make a toast with glasses of wine.
To freedom and freedom,behind steel bars.
Cos the bars are never there,when I close my eyes.

"In prison, those things withheld from and denied to
the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of
all." Eldridge Cleaver

Ayamlaykorn

ayozainy:
2



BONDAGE...I NEED MY FREEDOM

Shackles of the dim past
Lights my soul with pain
In pensive mood I cry
My heart leaps, for unknown
The unwanted part of me
Has made my being a fool
For I gather my chain
And lie on the solid soil
***********************
My hands knows no craft
I look without seeing
For I am well ordained
With ornaments of crime
Rags of unwanted perjury
Is mine to behold
The ray of light I see
Has made me blind within
************************
My freedom I cry
This lock is so unfriendly
I wash and sleep in tears
For my soul fears them all
My room is shallow
With unwanted occupants
Hunger now my buddy
For I eat my vomit
*****************
Let me out of here
Anybody, Somebody
I need my freedom
Just give me a piece of bread
To make me bear my brunt
This cross I carry alone
Is too much for a con
Who has now been pervaded
*************************
Freedom, Freedom,
Is all my being longs for
The padlock on me,
Makes me an unwanted honey
I wander here all alone
In an infested boulevard
An unplanned mystery
Is what awaits me.
*******************
Can I ever see the light?
Will the sun ever see me?
Would I have my own?
My loneliness frauds me
A fraudster now defrauded
Untie my hands, I plead
Unlock this chain, I cry
Give me freedom, I sing.
**********************

Oahray:
1. DESPAIR IS A JAILER

Fading ghosts of grasses once green
On the other side,
Dirt-brown like the brick walls
That stand in the way.
No use trying,
No use trying.

That window of opportunities, staring
At souls that have turned their backs.
Fingers holding on to sure doubts,
Steel bars cold and unforgiving.
Despair is a jailer,
A cast-iron trap that never let's go.

The light at tunnel's end
Now dim with unuse,
An Aesopian fable to feet
Too heavy to take the next step.
The jailer fiercely feeds the fickle
A lump of Lot's wife to calm wayward nerves.

At wit's end,
when fear is the courage needed,
Sorrow sits the sole king,
And despair is a jailer
Feasting on the sighs
Of dreams locked away for life.

laykorn:
Okay sir. I wanted to say syllables not paragraphs. It was a typo. The first week assignments will be submitted tomorrow sir. I hope you and timpaker would be on ground to judge the best.
Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:
Hi Noble,in your sonnet lesson you said the lines of a sonnet always come in 10 paragraphs. Does it make it less of a sonnet if the lines are not in iambic parameter?
Ayamlaykorn
noble4d

OMA4U:
I have got a lot to write. I will make sure I find time to write using these forms.

Noble4d, check this out

Grave of Beauty

I once saw an old man, a wayfarer, walking
Along the boulevard of loneliness of countryside roads
With hysterical laughter graced his lips

Wait! Old man, why art thou laughing in this forest wilds?

"Son, do you not know that when elders sweat
while they speak, it's not the salty liquid that trickles out
It is tears that flows from their grievous heart"

"Son, the death of canary digs the grave of beauty
So many lost buckles in the sandals of a cobbler
Black volcanic ashes, soon, will cloud our mansion"

Oh! Old man, why is thy teeth so clenched?

"Son, do you not see the squalling wind besiege our mansion?
Hurly-burly, hullabaloo shroud the hushed hush of peaceful serene
Backlash, balderdash taint the beautiful minds"

"Son, the rubber that binds our broomsticks is torn
Conflicts amidst the kings-let shaking our mansion
Nose-diving into filthy, green water of tadpoles"

Old man, Why art thou laughing again?

"Ahem, I am a little fragment of the mansion
My voice may never be hearkened unto
I only babble to shroud the tears on my lashes"

"If by chance, a new mansion is erected
I shall rejoice with you in the underworld
Where hopeless hope transcend me into"

If by chance, a new mansion is erected
Flinty rainbow scenes will sprout again
Phoenix will arise; Beauty will be exhumed from her grave

joseph1832:
Men or men, this punctuation of a thing is giving me nightmares... If I was writing an essay, its a walk in the park but when it comes to poems... Jesus!.

samflexxy:
Noble is there any type of poem that focuses only on rhymes
E.G
Pound the alarm
So its sound shall be loud
Loud enough to cause wound
In a toddlers ear.

Thanks

noble4d:
Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow,

The poet admit he does not possess the power to control the night.

I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare
Exacerbation from your subtle plough


The poet emphasize on the envious attitude of night towards the day. The poet sees himself as a victim of the night. The period when evil plans are carried out.

laykorn:
Let's start from the first stanza.

Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow,
I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare
Exacerbation from your subtle plough.

Ayamlaykorn