Two men were freed from their burdens
I found the rust
clotted tears in an old padlock.
A man was in the cell
for his life imprisonment.
Jailor opened the padlock
let the prisoner to be free.
And I saw his teary eyes
want to speak something.
Out of his sobs
I caught few words.
His wife has eloped
With his Jailor friend.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Jailbird
I stole a bunch of keys from a locksmith's store
And I want to free my comrade from his life imprisonment.
I tried several times; but failed to open the padlock.
Then I realized this lock cannot be opened from outside.
He himself has to open it from inside.
At last I threw the keys into the Jail.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Thief, rusty Padlock and a Vacation
The safe was stolen by a thief
And thrown away the padlock.
Padlock sings in the darkness;
'Though you're labelled as a rouge
You're an understanding person
Who knew my plight and gave me a vacation?
The stingy Master Pawnbroker
Always unlock me and lock again
And never leave me free
Like his jewelry!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Imprisoned
I look from behind these iron bars
and no jailor do I see.
And yet it's impossible to escape
for my jailor is only me.
It is I who imprison all I am
or all I could ever be.
No one else is responsible
for why I am not free.
Sweet freedom is a distant dream,
a dream I've had for years.
And yet the shackles of my mind
bridle me with fears.
Stripped away from my memories
are light-hearted days and nights.
Only to be repaced in life
by agonizing sights.
Oh to be rid of these troublesome things
would tear my prison apart.
So I could walk free upon this earth
and be happy in my heart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Boomer's Lament (A Country Western Song)
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV
I once worked as a loan officer
at Mega Billions bank
We made some bad decisions
as the staff and assets shrank.
I was escorted from my desk
the day I got the shank-
My Boss made bonus- he has
TARP to thank.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
My Kid is off in College
working hard for his degree
He'll graduate with a B.S.
in compared Anatomy.
When his student loans come due
He'd better not ask me
Twenty two and out is my decree.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree,
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
I got our stuff in storage
and we're down at Motel Six
It's hard for us to sleep at night-
The girl next door turns tricks.
Our bank accounts yield nothing
and We're hostage to the VIX
I gave up my season tickets to the Knicks.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree,
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Prisoner
Everyone, everyone of us
is a prisoner of knowledge
We are confined in the first floor
of a building
the walls of which are made of our knowledge
The walls are as impregnable
as those of a dungeon
We take the dungeon as an ideal place
We move about here as if we are free animals
But those who look upon us
are struck with awe
They wonder how the invisible jailor
has kept these animals
The animals never feel that they are confined
Rather they are proud of their confinement
They claim that it were they who made the dungeon
through hard work ploughing
literature science and philosophy
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Sleep Madrigal
Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.
When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.
Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on shadowy shelves.
When life's a jailor,
Sleep's the unveiler
Of an inner key...
To set us free.
Sleep's our best friend
At a hard day's end—
Weaver of fantasy... with reality,
Make-believer of what could be...
Sleep's the Great Healer... of you and me.
poem by Harley White
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Time Check
The message is
a warriors call
that lies a thousand miles away
it's about having words
When your running on empty
at times I feel trapped
in a warehouse
but I'm constantly the talk of the town
If only I could padlock
there thoughts
then how they would see me
there mind would be paralyzed.....
poem by Shai Cherry
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Prisoner Number 1416111981
I am a prisoner and my Cell Number is 1416111981,
I am a prisoner of love and i am now trappedon this river of love;
But, trying to escape from this prison on two occassions failled.
I am a prisoner and my Cell Number is 1416111981,
So do visit me at this river of love;
There you will see the red gate which trapped me on two occassions.
This prison had been my home for many years and,
This love is around my neck like the love of an apple;
But, one day i will be free at last.
Come to Cell Number 1416111981 to hear my story,
For this river of love was all that took me there.
I am Prisoner Number 1416111981,
And two attempts to escape from this prison had failled me;
But one day i will be free at last after serving my terms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love's Sweet Sickness
It always fills me with surprise,
The way you control my thoughts and hypnotise
My heart, whatever little disguise
I care to wear, however nonchalant
I try to be. Can you see
That whenever I look into your eyes
I know I'll never be free?
You are my jailor, you have the keys!
Can love really be such a dreadful disease
That whoever contracts it always dies?
Oh, surely this is fantasy,
A poet's gilded lies!
And yet, indeed, you mean so much to me
That I really do not care
Anymore, you can do as you please,
I'm willing now to be your slave
From this day forward till I reach my grave,
And if I die
Of Love's sweet sickness
Then no-one will wonder why!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Enjoy and shout
Before you act, listen.
Before you react, think.
Before you spend, earn.
Before you criticize, wait.
Before you pray, forgive.
Before you quit, try… Earnest Hemingway
Time is an essence
Hardly can you wait for chance
Think for a while and it is gone
The works has to be done
No room to criticize
But yes scope to improvise
But if you wait
It may seal your fate
Time should not run out
There won't be then anything to talk about
You may try to learn
It may add only concern
If you wait for success
It may deny you the access
Time and tide wait for none
You are the master so strike as one
Shape the destiny
With the grace from almighty
If you have will power and strong resolve
You are sure to sail through and solve
You are the sailor
And you are the jailor
Keep all prisoners out
Have free mind cell to enjoy and shout
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The culprit can sleep well.
Charged for corruption, I slept well.
I can influence witnesses, police,
The prosecution and the judgment
Or at least the jailor or his staff.
04.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ambivilancy
Oh to be imprisoned within a cage
and not allowed to fly
brings to me melancholy
that makes me want to die.
For death brings freedom of its own
and flight is taken with ease.
Shall you open this cage and set me free
or keep it locked with keys?
My escape from you is impossible
and so you will discover
that even though I look for escape,
my heart's the perfect lover.
No jailor is there anywhere
as you have been with me.
So my flight is fanciful thinking
for I do not wish to be free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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There Are Arms That Tick Tock On My Clock
I'm not blocking out your knock on my door,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
Or padlock up that lock one notch...
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock.
No longer into limits giving minutes benefit,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
When I give attention I expect to get a little bit.
And more I could store!
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There arms that tick tock on my clock.
I'm not blocking out your knock on my door,
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
Or padlock up that lock one notch...
No more,
No.
No more,
No.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
I've got arms that tick tock on my clock.
I've got a life I'm living.
(And) I'm tired of sitting around,
Just to kiss.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock.
There are arms that tick tock on my clock!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Only Wanted
Doesnt it ever stay
Must it always fade away
Couldnt love ever be
Something tangible and real
Farewell, fairweather friend
Abandonment returns to taunt me again
I only wanted you to stay
Linger and mean the words you said
Foolishly I romanticized
Someone was saving my life
For the first time
I only wanted you to be there when i
Opened up my eyes
I was caught in your masquerade
Wish Id stayed beneath my veil
But it just seemed so easy to
Open up myself to you
Once more into the wind
The embers scatter
And the chill settles in
I only wanted you to stay
Linger and mean the words you said
Foolishly I romanticized
Someone was saving my life
For the first time
I only wanted you to be there when i
Opened up my eyes
Oh
I only wanted you to stay
Linger and mean the words you said
Foolishly I romanticized
Someone was saving my life
For the first time
I only wanted you to be
The one to get me through that night
I only wanted you
To be there when i
Opened up my eyes
Oh
Doesnt it ever stay?
I only wanted you to
Stay
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Two prisons
The world, I say, is a prison,
Where men and women,
Are kept to serve its jailor,
After completing their term,
They will be sent one by one
To another prison.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Sad Dad In Jail & Soldier In The Rain
SOLDIER IN THE RAIN
I'm just a soldier who stands in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.
But, what can I say, when I serve her true
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that I'm here, it's hard to believe
We're just the victims of those who deceive.
As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.
Off in the distance I see an arc light,
Bombs being dropped on children at night.
I've seen that evil they call the 'yellow rain'
And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.
All of my buddies have been taken away
No more touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.
War is a hell, devised by man
There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I can't help but wish I were home
Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?
SAD DAD IN JAIL
They put me in prison for the deed I've done
I killed the drunk driver who crippled you, son.
Your mother, my wife, she died in the wreck
That's the reason I broke that man's neck.
His dad was a rich man, who pulled lots of strings
So well connected he could do many things.
I live in this hellhole with all sorts of men
I'm sure glad most like me and call me their friend.
The food here is so awful, I've lost many pounds
I'd rather feast on the vittles the guards toss the hounds.
At night we play cards and you don't dare cheat
For if you get caught, you'll be stomped on by feet.
Most inmates fashion some sort of knife
To help out their odds in a fight for their life
I took me a padlock and snapped it on a chain
Then hid it in my pant-leg to keep from being slain.
I get to see you on our family day
The worst part about it, is when you cry as you play.
Many times you question, 'Dad, when can you leave'
As the tears from your eyes dropp to my sleeve.
Our visit is now over as they wheel you away
I whisper, 'I love you' and you see what I say.
It's time to go back to my one-room, shared cell
And try to write a song about a sad dad in jail.
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Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: 'It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.
quote by James Keller
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At the Grave
all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
teary eyes
are those who
have just lost a love one
mica eyes are
those who have learned to
submit to divine law
wishing prayers would
mend ways
time heals
the next time around
the teary eyed would be back
with mica eyes sniffing pain behind
new teary eyes
those at the fresh boundary
between this world and next
a boundary they could only
but mark with teary eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Brand New Me
(Kris Bergsnes/Lee Thomas Miller)
That morning sun was burnin' in my eyes
I could see a brand new day
And all the hurt and anger weighin' on my heart
Had begun to drift away
I saw it written on a church marquee as I drove into town
Said today's a new beginning friend
And I had to laugh out loud, 'cause there's no doubt
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
There's a warrior and a victim living deep
Inside all of us
We have to choose to fight or surrender
When the world beats us up
I know where my weakness lies,
but I know it's a fight that I can win
I may get broken trying to get up
But I can't wait to start again, I'm gonna start again
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
Days come and go, yeah they come
and go like a road with no end
Hope fades but never dies
Just look at me catchin' my second wind
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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