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Not any character of the jungle,
At the time power was kept by the single
Lion kind, risked jumping into the lions’ jaws,
Against their rapacity raising paws:
The hares and hyenas they could strangle
And devour; in their minds best were their laws
Providing rights of the mighty
As common and full sovereignty.

The era was worsened by men-hunting,
Whose guns were used the wildlife menacing.
The weak of the forest saw that succumbed
The lions, who were the first shot at, welcomed
The hunters and their faces showed, smiling.
They were deceived when the first seen were harmed
Like the lions by the same haughty
Men set against their sovereignty.

Some lions who survived called the animals
For a meeting, and the men-criminals
Were the main topic of their discussion.
The lions warned, “Will wipe us away those men
If can’t stand together as animals,
Fight them and save lion, hypo, hare and wren…”
Mocked and heckled the assembly
That ne’er had enjoyed sovereignty.

Each one’s motion was that there was no need
Of obeying on the lions, who to feed
Their cubs with their flesh used to take pleasure.
They thought their forest had become seizure
Of the men for lack of unity; freed
It’d be with or ‘thout a lion as major:
They’d trust who would bring unity
And help them enjoy sovereignty.

There came a time and there came protectors
Of the animals to stop the hunters
From destroying on the environment.
They showed in killing there’s no contentment.
So the hunters ceased to be predators,
And the fauna had no more sentiment
Of hating the humanity
That brought them peace and sovereignty.

Some of them were kept in zoo
And the kingship of the lions they did boo.
Cows, rabbits, goats - were domesticated,
And more than ever they were protected.
Such treatment them gave of humans new view:
The protectors or authors of the deed
Looked like who’d brought brutality,
But in their hearts reigned sovereignty.

Later on the lions found that in the strong
Claws dwelt no good power, but can be for long
Which is applied to all comfort giving,
That a king marching in front of trembling
Souls, as if to hell angels would belong,
One day will see his strength brought to nothing,
But where freedom ain’t scarcity
Kings and subjects share sovereignty.

What the beasts failed to know was the keepers
Of the zoo were children of the poachers,
Who’d found unfair deed what their fathers did,
To take good care of them had decided
And did not want to be called game-seekers’
Generation. In the action could read
Great kindness and humanity
The beasts savoring sovereignty.

A former foe may become a good friend,
Who breaks off with the past and turns his hand
Into protector, support provider –
Like Human Rights Activists. No wonder
Where they are from, people’s torn hearts they mend.
A protector has ne’er been intruder
As long as for tranquility
He works and preserves sovereignty.

A sovereign nation is not like a house
With its closed doors, and inside, like a mouse,
A wife is beaten and loses her life
Without neighbours’ intervention as if
Not hearkening the victim, and the louse
Of man not stopping is to save the life.
Is a land where people’s safety
Is denied full of sovereignty?

If at The Hague someone is indicted,
It means not people he has protected,
Nor that he has well governed Liberia,
But ‘cause people’s hearts he has filled with fear
And a lot of trouble he’s invited.
After shedding blood there and here,
The lions who’ve made their claws *****
Should be there washed for sovereignty.

Wherever the lions rage it’s no matter:
Matters the will to keep the world better.
Some Devil’s advocates would call nations
Not in Syria to find indications
Of crimes as if is found a wife-beater
At Holy Land or brothels it opens.
In a place where reigns sanctity
Won’t dwell breakers of sovereignty.


A rot of conception of sovereignty
Reeks when gangrene holds sway o’er a country,
In which Democracy swings at cannons;
Debates are feared that aim ruling with brains;
Wear noose as necklace who would change carry,
And the song “Independence” is hangmen’s.
Where lions and lambs live with loyalty,
There is unshaken sovereignty.
This poem aims to think of what sovereignty is and especially of its true concept.
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Dennis Willis May 2019
Let's take alone apart
and remake it
without me
Filmore Townsend Jun 2013
and only reading, only
input dulls nerves to
the truth in word.
without output, wi-
thout application of
garnered (no, acrrued)
intelligence then wh-
ere can be the soul
to wisdom. and exper-
ience is part found-
ation, and without sec-
ondary support man
shall stand alone his
selful house. and
cries in question of
fairness, the redundant,
as an aspect of Life.
as a driving force,
one that seizes with
each lurch. and those
cries echo from a plane
A to B life when we
are not vertical in Na-
ture, but instead we
slide from top knot
down some rope strung
by supreme benefactor.
to be caught in a noose
on the way down, or
to slip sublime and free
from the burns left
on the palms of existence.
cleann98 May 2022
bid me break out from thy wilted willows;
beckon, my reckless abandon allowed;
touch to rouse korre her fearful sorrows;
for thine to err is my own will't enshroud.

shy, ajar curtain, love-performing night;
for thine vows aplain, tacit, unspoken;
thine weary worn feet to wash incontrite;
alas, love: rest unwoed of wheres or when.

not tamed nor swayn, no fam'ly to relent;
no montagues, no capulets, unnamed;
none more days wasted wishing a time bent;
just apollo's sky, ne'er beating hearts blamed.

say, dear romeo, has love now grown stale;
'thout sweet poems and tearful eyes to watch us—

            —fail?
another pretty old one~~ i think i made this even before the pandemic?

the title and the rest of the poem is based on a beautiful soliloquy from act iii scene ii of romeo and juliet. the poem is written in an almost perfect shakespearean sonnet format with the exception of an extra syllable or a failed rhyme at the very end (or the bad iambic pentameter in the second stanza)^

did you know that that particular soliloquy in itself would have been a perfect sonnet if it wasn't for romeo's name that just wouldn't fit the line neatly? ****, if only their names were different huh...

anyway, thank you for reading~~
FIJIM Tiam Jan 2016
To Jane: When passisons fade
The thing methinks when kiss thy lips
was done ere thou bestowed eclipse.
What drives is merely passions told,
then soon it comes the winter's cold.

Oh how will he go through the night?
'thout none could help ignite the light.
To whom could he confess his sin?
When think thy smooth and flawless skin.

The cold has gone, the spring's shade.
For now I see a gentle dove.
When we grow, passions'll fade,
And all the rest can be but love.
for  my girl who fall in love with me last June.
Chris Sep 2018
The child with no scars
Lives life without bars
His worries are that of life
but contain little strife.

The child with no scars
Plays in the sand all day
He dreams of going to mars
while his friends run away

The child with no scars
He’s got it so good
He won’t have to worry bout’ cars
he’s been w’thout food

The child with no scars
He’s not allowed to be here
He’s no better than galahs
He keeps tryin’ to get near.

The child with no scars
We avoid him while we work
He’s told “You’ll make it far!”
but no one knows how much I hurt.
Let me know why you think this is so different from the others. I meant it to be the same story just expanded beyond, but everyone i know says it's basically a different and worse story.
Dennis Willis Apr 2019
Do you want me to be impressed with your lying?
Tell me about outlandish things
Plaster yourself against the Event Horizon
Lyricize your friction with now
**** the **** of please help me
Wishing

I am wishing
outbound
powering
pulsation

this is at attention
this is a momentary
daily trance
of lift

Sweep your hand
along the surface
is there sharpness
or wetness

I am wishing
in that direction
you can't hear
'thout crossing your legs

Wishing for hardness
bangingingly loud
conscription of
******* of

that *******
rain, an hour before dawn
your choosing not me
all the way home

its insightful your pique
it's precondition
my bad intent
your justified

and this is solid
all the way up
a wave off
of words

I am NOT going to tell you
Another ******* ending
They are all lies on the inside
of our tumble

of our lyrical stumble
to serialize pulling away
leaving to get
elsewhere familiar

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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Dennis Willis Apr 2023
skin reaching
for a grip
some purchase
can't sleep
'thout touching
some keys
saying
some things
'bout
Tina Jun 2017
fellas fellas fellas may i have a moment of ur time,
becuz im bout to **** ur mentals and **** ur mind,
blow out ur intellect while ur visualizing twisting out my spine.
u know, hit it from behimd in ur mind while i wind and grind, spittin an intriguing conversation hypnotizing ur mind.
captivated by my dialouge the whole time u follow alomg.
oh wait, u whisered in my ear that ur mendula oblingata is starting to hurt,
cuz i just kidnapped ur cerebrum better call an amber alert.
so now that were connected u no i can get deep,
they say its adhd my mind never sleeps,
how my mind is everywhere, freak me every,
u no give me some knowledge on the floor, the dryer, the counter, the stairs,
and ill gas up ur brain while ur refueling to play my game.
can u keep up the speed and give me the stimualation that i need.
ill give u the time but u must stimulate my mind,
while u caress my earlobe, u slowly open up my mind, and make love to my frontal lobe,
manhandle my mind the interpreter of all sences,
mind stimulation have u thinkin we sexin,
ur wordplay is a poetic stimulant ready to bring me to the point of ******,
while u strongly but calmly tell me to relax,
now that im all wet let me take back control,
im jumpin on top time to get ur mind off make ur eyes roll.
oh ****! u felt that explosion in ur thout bank ?
that was ur mind that just came while i was ridin ur brain,
did this scorps conversatiom satisfy u boo?
cuz i just made passionate love  to ur mind without even touchin u
Dennis Willis Jan 2019
Trying to be human
amongst you beasts
amongst your bleats

Keep the cupholders
between the lanes
from the profane

sink into the condition
your condition
is in

and sing
of loss,
of what you had
for fifteen
****** minutes

and die in your puddle
small waves
absorption
evaporation
adios

you steamy
little
repetitive
beating
***** hearts
of *******

i love you
i am you
fuckus
what's the ruckus
of tonight

pre
flight
have we evolved to fly
or is it just
poetry and margaritas
and broken chips

and a cup of this
sideways of that
a rhythm 'at
can't be spelled
'thout tears

beer and country music
hijacked
into the night
while a search light
promises excitement

at it's hot core
we spin hungry
against tomorrow
just today's hand
in it's pants
milkin' rants



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
thumbing through possible loves
shopping for
i'm i'm i'm
i don't even know
getting to look
'thout being seen
no-ope nope no-ope

i am passed by
by those i like
i am liked by
by by by those
i am like

yike
ssss
i've got to
<clenching>

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