To be a beloved is to be imprisoned.
Being a beloved is like being imprisoned,
When you’re a precious jewel
Or your mate is a possessive royal
You are an imprisoned gel.
In either way you are in a cage,
Barred from company of men,
A source for your carnal monotony.
29.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Imprisonment
#Imprisonment
You are imprisoned in the house;
I could see you without a visit.
You are imprisoned in clothes;
I could guess you without a vision.
You are imprisoned in virtue;
I could gaze at you without a touch.
Having been imprisoned,
You have imprisoned me.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Possessiveness
A possessive wife is a fortune.
It gives all the comforts.
But you lose freedom.
Your lust is imprisoned.
Comforts give pleasure.
Freedom gives happiness.
Freedom is supreme.
A possessive wife
Is suited to a meak husband
Otherwise it is a hell.
23.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Room My Prison Be
Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.
The bars at the windows
are what keeps me here.
They imprison not only me,
but also my heart and soul.
I plead sometimes
for them to disappear,
but my mind will not do it,
as it put them there.
I‘m imprisoned in my fortress,
the place I call my home.
Imprisoned by my mind,
because my mind decrees it so.
Imprisoned by a daily routine,
I find it hard to break,
and sometimes,
I do not want to break it.
Without that daily routine,
what would my life be?
Going around in circles,
until eternity?
My own guilt,
put me in my own prison,
and only I have,
the key to release me.
17 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Imprisoned
Imprisoned.
By something.
If I was committed to another,
You would express more interest.
If I told you I was not...
You would want to know why.
And If I lied,
You'd find me more attractive.
If I dared to be honest...
You would become suspicous.
Taking that to represent,
A directness...
In your mind you'd resent.
And that is not what I would present.
Imprisoned.
By something.
The fear of rejection.
Or too close of an inspection.
The smothering of love done by another.
Or the lack of the expression of it.
Wanting to be alone,
After declaring the wish for more space.
And when that is given...
One begins to feel imprisoned,
By doubt.
Or something not figured out!
Something faced...
One wishes to quickly replace.
Or erased to wish back again.
To leave one feeling a need,
Of some kind of belonging that entraps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cries from the Cage!
We are but the captive Birds
Craving for consoling words
Our own Garden,
The orchard of Heaven
Is made our cage
The perennial prison,
for nothing
but
a fake reason;
The glowing,
rising sun is captive,
imprisoned are the moon and stars.
You gave us food
and things to eat,
but cut the feathers,
bound the feet.
Our soil is pure
like a martyr's blood.
Our feelings are in deadly flood.
Round the clock we raise this slogan:
freedom, freedom-
It's a cry of souls imprisoned,
But souls awakened,
Hoping that one day
We'll be able
To tear down the veil
between our cry and the sky...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Peace
A beautiful singing bird
Imprisoned in a golden cage
Waiting to be freed
Since the hominoid age!
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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An outlet
The deep within calls unto deep;
Yet, I am imprisoned by my vows.
Passion burns; my plight, not to let the flame die!
Fear of subdued tolerance; acceptance of Apathy!
My heart imprisoned by I do.
The depth of desire cannot die
Passion so deep; love other worldly
The outlet, I cry?
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Dreaming City
When the whole city goes to sleep
Dreams and hopes arise in the company
Of the cold darkness
When the whole city goes to sleep
Pure imaginations crawl out of their cage
To free the long imprisoned ego slave
When the whole city goes to sleep
Many desires become thirstier
Many rich souls change from rich to wealthier
When the whole city goes to sleep
Many ills are unleashed
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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Caged
You have imprisoned me, my dear
That I am now caught in you
Caged my thoughts have become
I am driven to distraught
In this place I am being kept within
By you sweet dear mistress
Are you even content with this
Having me held, imprisoned
Would you not think to set me free
That I may eat, drink, sleep
But no you have me held fast
Keep me kept within you
How beautiful a torment you are
Why would I wish to be free
Perhaps this is a madness
And for all that is being said
Is a madness in itself
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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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Small Children in Prison
'I only steal from the rich
Not from the poor,
I steal because I am hungry',
said the nine year old boy
as he was interviewed in jail.
Imprisoned for crimes
like stealing food to appease
hunger in the tummy,
Etsoy and others are caged like animals
sharing a pot of rice among
11 or 15 in-mates three times a day.
Mixed with adult criminals
charged with heinous crimes,
here they are in jail without pencil,
books, crayons and oil lamp,
Here they dread going to sleep,
scared of being raped.
And they look at the high fences
of concrete walls,
invincible by their bare hands
Here are fences that blind their eyes
from seeing the meeting point
between earth and sky.
Here are walls that deny them
to gaze at the sea, the boats,
the jeepneys, the ships and passers-by,
the birds perching on trees
and the rice fields at harvest time.
Yes, Etsoy and many more
Etsoys are in this jail
imprisoned, imprisoned
behind these high impenetrable walls.
Yes, the small children like Etsoy
behind these concrete walls.
are only called by numbers
or nicknames for who dare
to know their precious names?
Behind these high concrete walls
they are forgotten,
denied of their childhood and life.
And this prison
is their own
university of life.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Honor Me, As I Honor You
As I sit here, alone and imprisoned, I ponder
If this is what your mind has caused for you;
Has fear imprisoned you I wonder, as I pause for you-
How could you not allow my help, I wonder! ?
I loved you for all you were, not any less, for cause-
I leave you now with a choice that only you may make!
Remember 'us' before and allow this chance to take!
Perchance, now, before you act, you may take pause!
Just what is causal to your choice to still hold?
It is otherwise unequivocal to all, this I do believe!
As is, you are the only one that you did deceive!
As for your deceitful posit, it's bell has tolled!
Magic need be restored, as was previous, truly-
Honor me, my love, as I honor thee, duly!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Running Through The Garden
Until she herself...
Became the deadliest poison
As she grew older
Until she herself
Became just as fatal
As her garden...
So you run toward...
What you know is wrong
But there are too many flowers...
To cut down
With all the love that I have for your life
With all the love that I have for your life
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Until she herself
Became the deadliest poison
As she grew older
Until she herself
Became just as fatal
As the garden
So you run toward
What you know is wrong
But there are too many flowers...
To cut down
With all the love that I have for your life
With all the love that I have for your life
Dont trust me...
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
In my garden
Like I am imprisoned
Never did I mean to imprison you
(running though the garden)
In my garden
(running through the garden)
Straight toward...
(running through the garden)
There are too many flowers to cut down
(brilliant colors)
With all the love that I have for your life...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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A Party Of One
How many do you need to have a party?
For it doesn’t require a crowd.
While the party of one may torment you
In your personal retirement….imprisoned cloud.
Friends moved away…
Layoffs…death…the familiar vanishes now from sight.
While you set alone with your thoughts
Day-in ….day out…through out the darkness of night.
It is now time to look around
Like the Psalmist…and take inventory of your life.
Such as Paul and Silas imprisoned
As they spent…. Their then felt abandoned life.
Our Redeemers’ constant presence is with us
He will carry you through all of your lonely days.
“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of your age.”
(Math.28-20)
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
poem by Linda Winchell
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Whenever the pain becomes too much, I saddle my horse and disappear in the forest... silent as desire, silent as myself. For I am not the cheerful gentleman with whom you are acquainted. Within this body is imprisoned a soul like a half-starved tiger in an iron cage, bellowing out its dreadful passins. All men seem mean and pretty to me, ingloriously lewd, travelling salesmen with their second-rate eroticism!
quote by Felicien Rops
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The Tomb-Stone Of Saiyyid
O you whose life is confined in the material world
O you whose soul is imprisoned in the cage
Look at the freedom of this garden's warblers
Look at the prosperity of those once desolate
This is the congregation with which I was concerned
This is the reward of patience and perseverance
My tomb-stone is ardently desirous of speech, look!
At this tomb-stone's inscription with insight look!
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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In the spirit of Rumi - 26
To My Beloved I said
‘When I am away from you, O Beloved,
out in the market place of this world,
I remember that I have forgotten
one thing – but cannot remember
what it can be…’
My Beloved said
Is it yourself?
‘It is of myself, yet
it is not myself..’
‘Is it Myself? ’
‘It is of Yourself, yet
it is not Yourself..’
‘Then it must be that one thing
which is most precious to you:
that for which your life was bought in the market place
at the price of a great jewel,
which is your paradise;
that which you love beyond all else,
but have not yet found;
that for which your whole life
should be exchanged;
find that one thing without delay,
and you will have no more questions,
only the joy of working at the work
for which you were born..’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 34
When a sage comes in contact with fools, he must not expect to be honoured, and if an ignorant man overcomes a sage in an oratorical contest, it is no wonder, because even a stone breaks a jewel.
What wonder is there that the song
Of a nightingale ceases when imprisoned with a crow
Or that a virtuous man under the tyranny of vagabonds
Feels affliction in his heart and is irate.
Although a base stone may break a golden vase,
The price of the stone is not enhanced nor of the gold lost.
Inside A Cage
he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever
the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it
he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice
he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't
he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason
he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again
in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him
his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone
his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Franks 2000 Tv
Risin above the city, blocking out the noonday sun
It dwarfs the mighty redwoods and it towers over everyone
I still remember when that delivery truck came down our block
What a lucky guy, I hear he got the last one in stock
And the neighbors are just green
They say, thats the biggest screen weve ever seen!
Its franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everbody come and see(franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Thats franks remote control, you can look, but dont touch it, please
cause franks the one in charge and he decides what everybody sees
The pictures crystal clear and everything is magnified
Robert deniros mole has got to be ten feet wide
Everybody in the town
Can hear those 90,000 watts of dolby sound
And Im mighty proud to say
Now I can watch the simpsons from thirty blocks away
On franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Im gonna get one of my own real soon
Its like having a drive-in movie in your own living room
Whoa, hey now... hey now na na na now
Hey now... hey now na na now
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Got a two year warranty on parts and labor
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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