Annexed Poems | Examples

Born Between Coordinates

I was born in the pause between two coordinates
drawn by cartographers with sterilized hands.
My soul was indexed in miles and postal codes
Filed under miscellaneous anomaly at checkpoints.

I crossed borders that did not exist,
except in the mouths of men with rifles.
My breath was weighed against paperwork,
my shadow flagged by predictive suspicion.

I was processed in buildings with no windows,
where hope was a form to be filled in triplicate.
My story was annexed, taped to a strangers' bias,
then shelved into the limbo of “pending.”

I failed the empathy test of the world
where spectacle outperforms survival.
My life was too procedural for pity,
and my death was redacted for efficiency.

What is destiny

Earth life is a school and we are here to learn,
in time promoted from one class to the next,
life lessons are stern but even as we burn,
knowing the purpose, there’s no cause to be vexed,
for as God’s breath transforms soul in body urn,
the secrets of higher wisdom are annexed.
Life as already impulsed presents itself,
until we reclaim the light of our true Self.

Desire is the cause of repeated rebirth,
the cause, delusion that we are body-mind,
so seeing that transience has no real worth,
in staid stillness, with God’s love and light aligned,
there then remains no need to descend on earth,
since we are in permanence, divine entwined.
Vibrant in the now, in but not of the world,
in God we trust, as flag of love is unfurled.

The Colonization Of Hawaii

Colonisation Poetry Contest
Kai Michael Neumann


Hawaii, my birthplace, and hometown
Fell victim of being colonized and uprooted
Those dirty rats ceased the cheese
By the 1900's the U.S annexed the territory
In other words, Hawaii was taken by force
And without consent
It's like the dirty rats came in and flexed their muscle
Much to the heartache and protest of the natives
Those disease-carrying rodents overthrew the kingdom
Queen Liliuokalani was forced to abdicate
A cultural genocide took root
The teachings of Hawaiian in schools wiped out
Housing and land requisitioned and displaced by military bases
And the underbelly of those dirty rats grew and grew
Today Hawaii is still a tropical paradise
Tourists flock to the island in droves
There are palm trees and sandy beaches everywhere
But it's the whispers and echoes of the natives
Pointing a finger at the dirty rats
And bemoaning their freedom and the 50th star on the flag
That will be forever lost

N/A-Another one. What else is new? I should go back to playing checkers.

Re-cognition

On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and be self-taught.

Just as the waves of the ocean ebb and flow,
we observe that thoughts too rise and fade away,
so by simply witnessing, we make them slow,
nonchalance holding all attachments at bay,
whence in depths of staid stillness we get to know,
that we’re not this feeble form, doomed to decay.
When thoughts recede, our heart not head takes the lead 
and bliss pheromones within begin to breed.

If silence be the way, what is there to learn
from pastor’s sermons or a religious text,
since only when we transmute in body urn,
will the throb of bliss magnetism be annexed,
for which presence must choose to willingly burn,
that lower mind dies, which mostly remains vexed?
A day comes when we recognise in plain sight,
that who we are in truth, is God’s living light.

Quiescent

Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?

Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.

The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.

This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn

Tanks

The Meglomaniac of the year,
Maybe seeing his mortality,
Craving a way to ensure
A really lasting legacy,
Launches his tanks
Expecting might to be right.
Conscripts don’t beat patriots
Giving the Meglomaniac fright.
The promised quick victory,
The annexed state of slavery
Crumnbles and quivers in 
The face of Patriotic bravery.
Half a pound of tuppeny rice
As the cost of oil is rising
Costing more and more to fuel
A tank, which is hardly surprising. 
Combat continues with
Refined tactics and stealth,
Rumours and counter rumours
Of the Meglomaniac’s health.
Dictatorships don’t listen
Or tolerate the question why
So the rest of the world waits
For the Meglomanic to die.

The December

The termination, the conclusion,
the tail  end of the year.
Strong resolution, dermier decision,
to walk on without any fear. 

December, make it a moment  to remember, 
the month of joy,  the month to rejoice. 
Whether  to have fun or shed tears for the loss, 
That's wholly  our own choice. 

Gladness of Christmas, pleasure of winters.
Celebration,  for all that you  have done. 
Gifts, embellishing, vacations are annexed, 
To let the fortune of the year ahead come. 

What a real beauty!  Red, black,  blue.
The colours  of the month are added to it. 
It perfectly does it's duty, 
all that was commenced, are concluded indeed. 

The month succeeds, with a better hope. 
The hope of growth, the hope  of advancement. 
Like a caboose, it serves the rest,
We promise ourselves, for the self enhancement. 

The last yet the best month. 
It's  like  a rain after a sunny  day. 
It graiths us for the next level, 
the rudiment of the play.

Napoleon's Victories

At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished;
making me historically distinguished.
At Marengo I had Austria subdued;
then I was to honour undoubtedly glued.
At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands;
then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands.
At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell,
to avoid carnage, and possibly hell.
At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked,
as his Russian forces had their arses kicked.
At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled,
as his smitten forces profusely bled.
At Toulon I first distinguished myself
for a career that would exalt oneself.
Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came,
but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.

Rightly Vexed

We know that the English are rightly vexed
Queen Mary we bought; London Bridge annexed
Big Ben's up for bidding
So's the Thames, we aren't kidding
Then London and Leeds and Stonehenge are next

11/23/22

Smith

I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.

Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground crumbled
grew tropical jungles of alien expression.

Years press, some bulldozed, some were the wrecking ball.  
Found my clay feet stomping, squishing mud, 
fostering images, a mire between a to zee
but never enough letters to fit a parlance;
my  placeless patios, my me.

America, a melting polyglot,
I’m still slanging, hanging words out to dry, new words
told contrary-wise estranged in an outlandish manner
of palaver, 
a poetry of sorts,
sounds unbound and breathing
but never replete, yet a bellyful
to live in the eyes and ears. 

Speak slowly and I will hear you with my lips.

It Read 'Be An X'

bnx
...was the entry code...
so
...i be an 'x'

then
...a name 'space' appeared...
and
...now i be 'an x-space'

however
...'annexed space' be...
just
...'a next-space'...

so
...that 'an x't space'...
wrt
...the timer clock be...

only
...just ten seconds...
left
...for any more length of thought... 

so
...i'll sew on a...
label
...a stans sand pile...

Some World News

The western media will report less on the Ukraine 
As the worthy underdog.. as putin closes his grip
There, there is real understanding now that Russia
Is able to influence food supplies.. And energy
Also there will
Be reports soon of Ukranian atrocities, as putin holds 
More cards the western media will have no choice
Other than to balance their content  the pope is the
Way in for them ' he has gone from decrying putin
Although I believe he will say anything he's told to
Say by his cabal leaders..Maybe He's one of them?
Anyway to saying he may have been provoked? 
Well he did
See 23 places change allegiance, after the west
Promised not to move nato one inch further east
After East Berlin was annexed in the 1990s ) also any
Idea that Russian ships in Crimean ports are unusual
Will not be heard, neither will it be reported that British
Navy ships in Southhampton mean Britian will invade
Dorset.. I couldn't help that one ' LOL))) So there 
we have It.. Let's see if it pans out as I have written it.?

The Russians Are Coming

The Russians are coming

Skiers complain it is too cold, most of them are from the cold country
is the frost in China different than say, Scandinavia?
A newspaper gleefully telling us there fewer spectators this time
then in the Olympic last time, I think this tittle-tattle has to do with
infantile reports looking to throw some  China’s way.
The war that didn’t happen and are not going to cover the front
pages of Europe, one senses they are willing a war against Russia.
Crimea was not annexed by Russia, there was a vote in favour
of being a part of that country, which is natural since most people
living in Crimea are Russians; this is a no brainer.
 I so do dislike I. Phones; bills are sent to the phone nothing on paper
my phone is blocked because I let the battery run flat
Now they ask for my code to open the bloody phone who in 
their does right mind remember a code?
Meanwhile, the sporting people continue to chase gold in Pequin.

Divine of Mine

Oh dear Divine of Mine,
This letter will be given as a rhyme.
For it is the only way my heart can speak 
To my true love with my own technique.

You’ve caused a flaw that briefly altered you and I.
A small slip of a lover’s heart dashed to some other,
Throwing me into a great grief to ponder as I cry.
Forcing me to painfully reminisce while I lose my colour.

You are my boy who is supposed to see forever with me,
To raise a farm of animals in a beautiful countryside.
You’ve upset me and I mourned to a great degree.
Yet in the end, after all tears are cried, I will coincide.

Somewhere inside you is me and the love we shared 
Those six months which make up the best parts of my life.
A spark in my heart that no one has ever compared,
To a love so profound in this instant I was never prepared.

Though I forgave,
I annexed this anger.
My heart surely gave
To a sweet love I no longer anchor.

You Should Be Proud of America, Part Ii

...How many nations shed their blood
for land they don’t claim as their own?
We crushed the Germans and Japan,
then turned and gave them back their homes.
We could’ve just gone full Roman,
wiped them all out, moved ourselves in,
and we could’ve filled the Middle East
with conquering Americans.
Instead we did the job and left,
would the Chinese have done the same?
they’re still infesting poor Tibet,
Russia annexed part of Ukraine.
The Indians we once fought with,
are now countrymen and voters,
you should be proud of America,
no nation has done it better.

The growing freedom, the success,
the inventions that changed mankind…
these things never get mentioned when
you listen to leftists malign.
They lie about your history,
elevate every single mistake,
and stay silent on all of the things
that make our people truly great.
They like it when you in the dark,
they like it when truth isn’t told,
because that means you reason less,
and are far easier to control.
Reject their constant hate-filled dirge,
don’t let them make you embittered,
you’re a child of America,
you were born to be something better.

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