"enforcer" poems
I've been around for centuries.
And will continue on.
I don't control my action.
I don't control my operator mood.
I just get accused.
When I lay a person down.
I didn't purchase myself.
A human purchase me.
I didn't load myself.
A person fulfilled that need.
I've been carried by the law enforcer legally for years.
And by the criminal influence a little longer.
When you have me in your hands.
You're the one in control.
Smith and Wesson some call me.
Other names seems to vary.
I'm protected by the second amendment.
And have the power to make a robber or burglar flee.
Yes, I am a gun.
Design to protect.
Design for show.
Create no problems.
And I lightly I won't be seen.
Except there's always one source that needs to meet me.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
where's my prince?
Are you stuck in the traffic jam
Cause I'll call
the best traffic enforcer
to solve the traffic issues.
Where's my prince?
Are you stuck in someone's heart?
Cause I'm gonna deliver
the map
that leads to my heart.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Who knew what all a horse could do
Most think horses work
Walk, trot, canter
Being ridden for pleasure
Driven for work
Who knew they could do so much more
Opening doors for the disabled
Allowing the autistic, cerebal palsy, mentally challenged, parapalegic
to move around, to feel the wind on their faces, to laugh
To feel in control of their surroundings for the first time
Yet who knew that horses do more than all of this
Helping kids and adults with low self esteem
Pulling them up to feel good about themselves
Giving confidence when it has been taken away
Allowing them to feel successful
A horse can be a confidant, an enforcer, a best friend
Legs to move, muscles for strength, a body to hold,
Who knew a horse could do so much more than show, jump and plow
They can help a troubled child let go of anger
A disabled child feel in control of such an uncontrollable world
A mentally challenged person feel accomplishment and free of that which traps them
Horses can help so many different people
Overcome all types of obstacles
Bullies, fear, anger, sorrow, disbelief, self pity, frustration and hurt
Giving them strength to take up for themselves
The power to conquer being afraid
Allowing them to feel happy and sure of themselves
Control of something allowing them to feel alive again
Horses become hard working friends
They love unconditionally
Don't judge or cause inferiority
They don't care if you can talk correctly or at all
Horses could care less about disability
All they care about is you
Even when they are not loved they love
When abused they still work
So it is so wonderful to put an unloved horse
with a special needs person
Both win by giving and receiving the love and tenderness
they all deserve
Horses Helping People
A wonderful blessing
People needing Horses
A miraculous discovery
All rights reserved
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
how tired how tired
the caged bird sings
before its beautiful neck snaps
between the claws of an angry
fat cat drool
drip drop dripping the ghoulish rubies
that snake past its serpent tongue and
sizzle when they touch its breast
scream like a banshee a women in the
throes of **** as the cats sternum
breaks between the iron clap jaws
of the three headed abomination
cerberus
guardian of the judicial powers
champion of the executive law
enforcer of legislative judgement
slobbering grasping all encompassing
maw envelopes my heart in its
wretched gnashing teeth
and **** my marrow from my bones
with a sharpened gore covered protuberance called security
i see the death of my passions
in this hellish cycle - abomination birthed
from the depths of an elitist mind
control - a choke chain on the masses
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
~~~
a poem derived from these words of
Joel M Frye
"Poetry is a self-policing agency, enforcing nothing
~~~
The Truth Burden
is the accursed need obligatory,
the sacred sanctity requisitioned,
when the whenever,
chooses to drops in and
upflag the mailbox,
an uninvited invitation,
announcing with precise bluntness,
that precisely now,
is the tool crafted moment
and you fool,
are the selected tool
you must render unto Ceaser,
by your own hand,
render your own rendering,
do your own undoing,
go forth and in haste,
will thyself into the cauldron of the
Great Mystery of Creation
you cannot lie in poetry
-one can only validate-
you will tell the whole truth,
and nothing but,
all in good order,
to secure me to thee,
to muddle
our molecular cocktail mix,
you must,
must give only
truth in poetry,
or give
nothing
police yourself
in every aleph bet,
don't substance abuse us with deceit,
give only your unburdening,
force us to lip kiss
when
we face each other,
when
pronouncing the blessed script of
ourselves,
that we have been granted by sharing
each other's unvarnished lettres
the burden is
to un burden
cut out what needs
to be bridged from
the secret walled-in safe,
and give form, life and breath,
expose it to the atmosphere,
reform your bleak introspection
and white horseradish bitter realism,
turn blue blood veined internal
into an amberina red,
all by being
unsaved, unsavory, unsafe
you are the enforcer,
you are the police,
you are the validation
and the validator,
enforcing this sole law,
police your self,
give us
with no agent in between,
give us
nothing but,
a voice
one will recognize instantly
as the whole fats milk of
truth
oh, how I will embrace thy
one and only,
when given,
your
one and only
for do we dare disagree that is
each other's truths that
shall set us free?
•••
for we are the inhabitants,
of this wild land of
no inhibitions,
no rule of laws,
except one,
defend the essence,
protect the defenseless integrity,
promote the mystery of the
human poem
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
My hands left marks on your body
I never meant to leave marks on your body!!
Place pain on your body
I see you cry, but I sit in darkness lonely
You were my veins to my dark heart
Now My soul is aching my heart is breaking
I feel your body shaking
fear comforts you and misery wipes your tears
twisted you are, emotions expressed while my fists pressed on your face
leaving prints
with every hit, I get a flashback to when I was a child and powerless
this is dark words, poetry through the eyes of an abuser
a heart user, emotion killer, love hater, pain enforcer
it is I who dares to care
I hurt you before
why do you return to me like a wrong address placed on an envelope
coming back for more
like the first time wasn't enough
poetry through the eyes on an abuser who was once a victim
I guess pain is just a cycle, what we feel is what we give
Inflicting pain is my only way of letting you know I love you
Love through the eyes of an Abuser
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
I am finally free from the ******* of my rib cage
the shallowness of breathing is no longer a hindrance
Life is no longer my keeper
and Death no longer the enforcer
I am the air
and I am the vacuum of space.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
I'm like Gangrel I burn hotter than a ****** of devil my damphiric killer instinct runs deep into my soul mending bending and twisting what you think is a weakness dents in the armor I bring to battle I go to war on the floor while your rhymes **** more than a who're symphonic with the flow so solid like onix lyrical high like I spit the chronic hits like a **** leaving hoes wetter than a just washed thing what's wrong didn't think that the kid brought bars if you stand before me you'll fall before me I known you abhor me but ya girl adores me like loose leaf or sweet leaf Osbourne I'm still sore from last night another fight slept with another dudes wife I bring trife strife and drama enforcer like a flying saucer animated like flip o rama
Cranberry ***** harder than a just busted cherry it's scary what I do to this microphone it's my own when I'm in the zone
drops
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
I asked a woman to change her curls to forever straight,
and offered $50,000
(a sum on my mind that day after a
particularly rough day trading),
incentive
to maintain said style in
eternal perpetuity
she has accomodated me now for over a decade+, but
every every, every now
and every then, She pulls me
closer than close,
whispers 50K~ok!,
and hits me with a
hockey checking
an enforcer's hip swaying
pow,
that be
her physio~verbal
hockey stick reminder,
that poets must always pay their debts,
and even
forever, eternal and perpetuity
are included!
&
**have no legal limitations
or
poetic exemptions**
*nor,
credit,
for time
served*
🥴
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
I’m just a lanky lass from Wycheproof
Born on the right side of the tracks
Law degree and a stint at Racing Vic
I’ve risen well above the backroom hacks
I’m revered
and I’m feared
I’m Tony’s confidante
I scream, I shout, I rant
Back benchers quake
Ministers shake
I’m an armoured tank
You know I outrank
any one in Coo-ee
of super-strong me
Chief of Staff to the PM
I’m the ultimate femme
Murdoch grumbled, tried to call me to heel
I’m never humbled, I’m totally real
I am the ‘she’ who must be obeyed
I am the piper who must be paid
I’m the gate-keeper
I’m the scythe-reaper
Tony knows who makes and butters his bread
I keep him happy, I keep him well fed
I am Salome, when I call for a head
a platter it’s given, my enemy dead.
I was top of my game and top of the list
of Helen McCabe’s ‘Women of Power’
I’ve never cowered, brown-nosed or arse-kissed
I stand tall, over midgets I tower
Natural-born killer exudes from my pores
I suffer no fools, I banish the bores
I mark my territory, a ******* dog
Clear dry is my vision, no room for fog
Some say I influence all decisions
I’m an enforcer of rigid divisions
There is only ‘us’ in the battle of wills
Ride on my side, for the endless high thrills
Of course I agree I’ve had an impact
It’s true without me, poor Tony can’t act
But sad to tell you, it’s still more than that
I’m in charge of the ball and even the bat
I know there are some who cannot like me
Though I control the national psyche
So come Malcolm, Julie and sad sack Joe
I will decide when it’s my time to go
No-one can challenge Abbot, my hero
I’ll zap them to ashes, to dust, to zero
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow their House down
Forever secure and wearing my crown
So don’t mess with me, you miserable crew
Just you crawl away in case I say, “Boo!”
I’m beautiful fearless, utterly bold
Remember, I serve revenge icy cold.
© M.L.Emmett
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
The lights are bright
The big boys have come out to play
The Brow will flex his might
The Beard will ruin your day
The Baby Dinosaurs seek to change perception
While the greens look for an immaculate deception
The Young prince is poised to reassess
While The joker will complete the process
Forget about hickory town at your peril
The Flash looks to prove that he aint sterile
The magic men look to climb to the peak
Don't you dare take your eyes off The Freak
The Chef will be back
The enforcer will not crack
Rip city looks for the soft touch
The stat Padder needs to prove that he's clutch
In the land of the lakes there's A KAT with unprecedented power
I dare you to step up and challenge the Steifel Tower
With all that being said
The time to rest has been put to bed
For in this majestic tussle to win that ring
You still need to come and see the King
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
to write a poem about you
the fleeting, unknown presence of you
a seeming hippie in flight
dislocated to these locked lands of 'might'
i might, i may
you are a presence of try and some day
a enforcer of push
and hitter of that beautiful, blossoming kush
you will bleed from these layered grasses of country sorrow
off to a greater and better tomorrow
rooted in a new proclaimed essence of you
those lands will wash and embed your coded hands of can do
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Pulled aside to take a ride and keep a woman safe
His violent requests had earned a hospital visit to assess
The teacher and I stopped his brawl and the woman brought the car
With a fisherman added to the crew we departed; bodyguards
Highway gusts were funneled through narrow window tunnel
And slammed slammers in their disguised eyes, flanking the hopeful one
The fisherman and therapist kept calm with blank expression
The hopeful was distressed, surrounded by muscled strangers
Hospital staff turned skeptical on contact seeing bruises
For even sturdy boys will not require three grown men
Clearly uncomfortable with new role of enforcer
We sat in the waiting room confused and uninformed
For we had met the hopeful boy moments before departure
And even through the visit we were more strange than friend
In our line of work we learn that goodbye’s are forever
So I don’t plan on seeing that hopeful boy again
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
Gazing south at the myriad of cars,
revving, coasting, braking
The perpetual loop of the 501,
the two-door garage on a 4-year lease,
built by the hands of blue collars....
People about their day,
sullen, callous, laggard
The parking enforcer who thinks he is the lion of the left lane,
the little man from Hollywood,
(the newspaper really said he had died!)....
With this dismal landscape as its first worldview,
spring life burst from kinder pods
A stretch of petals unfurled a
spectrum of sanguine embers in
scarves of forest green that
smiled and waved hello to the
languid concrete world below....
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
My heart craves for those times when I could wake up and taste the morning dew,
Those times when I could have a morning walk and start the day anew.
But times change and life continues,
No longer is there the dew, no longer can I start my life anew.
I pull my heart with all my might,
I tell her, you aint living a dream, thats right.
No one's forcing you, no ones dictating you,
Your life is your life, you are its enforcer, you are its dictator.
Go out, run, return to the dews, the morning walks and start anew.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Don't believe the hype.
There are many great men called fathers that didn't take flight.
Who didn't plant a seed?
And vanish on the run.
Who frown upon a system demanding they take care of their daughter or son?
Then, there are some in jail or prison pondering , why they are there?
When many mothers, who bailed hardly ever see the walls of a prison or jail?
No, don't buy the fiction.
That the news or some non-profit foundation presents to you.
Cause, they never promote the good guys.
Who always have time for their child, at anytime?
Listen to the number ratio.
Listen to the hurtful woman upon the news.
Then, ask yourself about the fathers that has tried to help you.
It could have been a male pastor keeping a child involved in church.
It could have been a law enforcer taken many children's too camp.
It could have been the grandfather stepping in for his son the father.
Or maybe, the grandmother.
Who didn't want her grandchild being directed into trouble?
If truth be told, many mothers are fathers.
And many fathers, are mothers.
If truth be told.
Cause the only thing separating the two is the title we apply to them.
Because, when we call to say we love them.
It doesn't matter , if it's a her or a him.
If truth be told.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
She the strength.
The force.
She's the leader.
The enforcer.
My angel.
My love.
She don't need wings to guide.
She flies upon her personal truth.
She comfort us in our dire times.
That alone is the reason to place her at the top of the line.
She a very impressive person.
With the power to stop things for getting any worser.
My angel.
My love.
Who's simply wonderful?
We surrounded by many.
And loved by plenty.
Point one out.
And they will deny it.
Simply because they don't seek recognition.
My love.
My angel.
She's simply wonderful.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
Who do we run too?
When we hurt our knee.
Who do we call out to?
When we truly in pain.
Who are we quick to protect?
When we feel them being disrespected.
Mothers of the world deserves the love given.
Not that dad is bad.
But he's a man.
Mom just badder.
They overrule decisions that makes no sense.
And stand their ground in a minute.
Many has the power to make a child cry.
With good advice.
And tell you why?
As they dry your eyes.
Women , mothers can instantly connect.
When the subject concerns children.
Who deserves the title Queen?
Besides a good mother.
Love yours.
As I loved mine.
She's one of the reason we are alive.
One, who will stick by your side?
Who give you candy and ice cream?
When you sick.
But when you're healthy.
You have to wait until after dinner.
Sometimes you question's this.
Just don't question them.
You might have to face him.
After all dad is the enforcer.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
Alone. In the center
of an intersection.
He leads travelers
to their corresponding
destinations.
Yet he himself
can't seem
to move on.
Nov 26, 2022
Nov 26, 2022 at 6:44 PM UTC
For us.
Who had or has a father?
It's a joy to know.
This man who pretend to be a kid.
When he playing with his kids.
And similar to most mothers.
We knew he were strict on discipline.
We knew from mom that she would say.
Wait, until I tell your dad.
Okay, some folks likes to say father.
But we knew.
Who was king of the punishment.
But sometimes dad used tricks.
To pretend he was harsh.
When sometimes he simply wasn't.
But, we knew not to disrespet our mother.
Cause that in general was a different subject.
Mom was the boss.
Dad was the enforcer.
If she states to do something.
And you didn't move quick enough.
God forbid, if dad had to get involved.
Because you would regret not moving quick.
But in general.
He were fair and firm.
Even when we wanted to question's him.
He wouldn't play one over the other.
To him , we were sisters and brothers.
And we knew that he loved us.
There's no love like a father's love.
He just don't rank high in the eyes of children.
Like that of our mothers.
But his love was sincere.
And that what's truly matter.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
If experience is a felon
to be locked away
behind rhyming bars
Are you sketching an identikit
or partaking in the chase
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
The diamond studded sports car
took things a little too far
and the mob
got a scent of the action.
They sent an enforcer to force
from me property
I properly
did not agree
so I poleaxed the guy
( Benny one eye )
and from his valise
I took the diary,
told the Godfather
wire me some dough or
I'm going to go to the cops
with the info
now they've put out a contract
to subtract
all the days from my life.
I want witness protection.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Schizophrenic Rain
You hurt my brain
Please refrain from staking claim
To tiny changes in the blame
I’ve won for myself
To tame
The cats and dogs that
Preen and scratch in my outrage
Spitty spots of ***
Blushes and rushes of blood to the tips
Of fits of that’s so unfair
Rain
You foist your stubby fist into the tryst
I’ve got with Him upstairs
He hears
The sacred notes of ‘who actually cares’ if I’m
Low or high or mashed or smashed
Some sorta daughter-enforcer
Your pifflely drops
Tingle my locks
But
What starts and stops,
For missy chubby chops
I’ll say
If today’s tides subside,
Or turn me flip flops
Insane
Rain
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 8:23 AM UTC
We're in a battlefield that most can't understand; others have their own opinion about this no man's land.
There are even those who won't accept the unseen reality because their morality shifts their mentality so they view spirituality as an abnormality.
Negative forces are all around taking on various disguises to bound, drown and break us down below the ground.
At war with our guardian angels for our soul, they'll use anything that can benefit towards their control to bring us down into their hell hole.
Though the battle may not be seen as many may depict, the wicked will pick out the weak and restrict them of anything that may conflict them from turning us into victims or resist them from becoming a convict, addict or being tricked by them.
So it is crucial to know how to handle such a menacing foe that'll have us undergo a life filled with misery and woe if we should want to throw in the towel, let go and allow them to grab a hold of our soul.
Whether you think it's spiritual or not, we all have a belief that there are forces out there that can cause to feel grief or relief and we all choose a side to receive an increase in extreme self-esteem that advocates in the defeat of deceit, disease and all the mean things.
So it may be spiritual or materialistic, however you may see out whether you're Catholic or atheistic, there are sadistic and twisted spirits out there creating more statistics right now as I speak about it.
Stand strong like a soldier, tough like a boulder and be the beholder of a more powerful enforcer right by your shoulder to help maintain your composure in the midst of overexposure to spiritual torture; this is war.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
i believe in a creator,
the most diligent artist itself.
not man\woman,
not human at all;
a force greater than the most complex of understanding.
i don't believe in a saviour
returning to save the world,
i believe in a divine plan
so perfectly timed
that the world will save itself.
an enforcer of love,
not the word
but the feeling.
undeniably a feeling relating to a higher source of energy.
a higher being
possessing a certain healing.
i believe in energy,
frequency,
vibrations high & low.
vibes everywhere you go.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC