Best 400 Poems
Ancient timekeepers
tracked periodic cycles,
symbolic meanings...
Thirteen crystal skulls
sixty-five total completes,
precession cycle...
One bone equal too
twenty-six music boxes,
Chapel stone story...
The venus transit
Aztec solar calendar,
cycle near complete...
Apocalypse of
the reoccurring events,
Patmo's revealing...
Nazca mandala
pattern in the mountaintop,
soul's maturity...
Himalayan form
buddist wheel of becoming,
the building of self...
Ka'bah inner self
first house that Adam built,
cube of perfection...
Categories:
400, history
Form:
i have walked, 400 miles, ive been through the desert, and through the forest of smiles, im walking so light, but im cracking the tiles, ive read all the books, and ive been through the files. the sound stays the same, but im turning the dials, just finish my case, im so sick of these trials, ive been in the stores, and seen all the styles, if i have to ill try, every one of these isles.
Categories:
400, art,
Form:
ABC
Soup,my playing grounds,
Supers,spectators,
My Poems running score,
Cheers!
Here,my hundreds four!
Categories:
400, celebration, creation, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
400 years Today
Although my feet has bared the mercy of my body
I used the stars ? to guide me
I am no longer present in this moment
For I am not a slave
I am not a bastard
Oppressed and marginalized
I shall not bare the thought of my offsprings
For what will become of them
For miles I’ve ran to freedom but freedom had forsaken me
Arm and arm we’ve marched
Only to take a greater lashing
For what is freedom
I have no rights and there is no justice
Return me home
But there is no home
Native to the land but the land is theirs to own
Burn it down with my ashes into the flames
This ain’t no life of mines
Have mercy on soul
For I am not a slave
Categories:
400, america, analogy, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
...But with redcoats in the rear
they couldn’t persevere,
on narrows paths by a small creek
escape from their foes they did seek,
but who would guard the rear?
Stirling and four hundred
brave men from Maryland,
would act as the army’s safeguard,
and against two thousand they charged,
sheer madness, it was said.
To a nearby stone house
the redcoats had advanced,
when Maryland came with a cry,
the British were rather surprised,
the rebels had no chance.
But on they came, on they fought,
such stubborn and doomed men,
muskets belched smoke in a black haze,
were swung like clubs amidst the fray,
the attack failed, but then
the British looked on, shocked,
as then broken rebels
reformed a line and charged once more!
Their rifles barked and cannons roared,
a mad and smoky hell.
In the end not a dozen
got back to rebel lines,
but through their bravery that day
twelve hundred other men escaped
to fight another time.
The delay meant many
got back to Brooklyn Heights,
the British thought the fight was done,
the rebels beaten, the war won,
now just a mop up fight.
They settled in for siege,
thought there was no escape,
but four days later nine thousand
would simply slip away from them,
the rebel army saved.
The war they thought over
with their great victory,
would now rage on, for five more years,
and this defeat, with all it’s tears,
would not break liberty.
The martyrs from Maryland,
so many slain and dead,
ensured that we would fight again,
where would we all be without them?
I this it must be said…
Categories:
400, america, courage, freedom, history,
Form:
Epic
The British had stumbled
in Boston the year last,
but came again for vengeance bold
to bleed freedom, damage untold,
with fire and with blast.
To New York their ships sailed
thirty thousand men strong,
and Washington, on islands spread,
awaited their coming with dread,
with his militia throngs.
Twenty thousand untrained souls,
armies came right for them,
divided, not knowing just where
the British would come, all were scared,
these untried minutemen.
But defenses they made,
on Long Island’s low hills,
Brooklyn Heights was their great redoubt,
of its defenses they could tout,
its battlements they filled.
But to Gravesend redcoats
would soon begin to land,
fifteen thousand went unopposed,
and on to Flatbush they did go,
trained soldiers to a man.
When Washington heard this
fifteen hundred he sent,
bolstered that front to six thousand
to try and defend the homeland,
from being torn and rent.
But the militia planned
to block hilly passes,
the British has to pass through these,
where patriots would make them bleed,
then fall back to assess.
But this plan came to naught
when local localists
spoke up of the Jamaica Road,
a small pass of which few would know,
a force marched for it, brisk.
British general Clinton
divided up his troops,
for Jamaica his main force went,
scattered the five defending men,
marching in a great loop.
Grant attacked to distract
at the pass of Gowanus,
while Hessians marched for Flatbush Pass,
where General Sullivan held fast,
to match them thrust for thrust.
But then Britian’s main force
from Jamaica arrived,
Attacked the rebels from the rear,
while in front the Hessians drew near,
the trap sprung, rebels died.
Sullivan fought two fronts,
and knew that he’d be beat,
now crumbling from the attack,
he ordered his men to fall back,
in orderly retreat.
Many didn’t make it,
some got the bayonet,
Sullivan himself was captured,
but despite this the fight endured,
on the right it raged yet.
General Grant’s distraction
became full-fledged assault,
but the rebels had held the line,
under Lord Stirling they did find,
and made the British halt...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
400, america, courage, freedom, history,
Form:
Epic
Here's something every new parent soon learns
A 4 year old asks 400 questions a day, their minds do yearn
Craving to discover life's secrets
No holding back their keenness
Alright li'l poopers, got too much time to burn
Categories:
400, children,
Form:
Limerick
The Corona virus
Is nothing but a hybrid
Of history and literature;
ICT and biology
And international politics.
In the “Eyes of Darkness”
Decades ago
Was the Wuhan-400 bred
In some biology laboratory in Wuhan.
How it started spreading
Like some malware virus
Through the internet in 2020;
Attacking world powers and economies.
In Africa, the dark continent,
The virus means nothing
As the people there
Have far worse viruses
Living with them.
There are splinters of rumours
Of a few cases
Here and there in Africa.
We will wash our hands
But we know better.
The political class and governments
Of Africa are far worse:
They feed on Corona virus.
Categories:
400, africa, analogy, environment, pollution,
Form:
Blank verse
chill howls
slit needles
from firs
and steer whimsy puffs
to shade the moon
like accordion blinds
summer's last
dying gasps
just below the treeline
snippity
snap dragon
spits sparks
in the dark
doesn't threaten me
but don't want to be
run down by a grizzly
or chased by a moose
just want to be
here with Groot
and 400 Conejos*
you know
all those stone circles in Scotland
were fire rings for Giants
who sat there
pondering
their existence
like me, tonight
I was probably there
I just don't remember
but
I don't remember a lot of things
like what did I do to
be a free man who
feels least lonely
when he's all alone
I believe it has to do with
my twin flame
in an epoch romance
that rattled the cosmos
split trillions of atoms
and still
reverberates
look up above at
that upside down jewelry case
luxurious black velvet
betwixt all that twinkle-twinkles
it's all so vivid now
I live forever...
I could reach up
into that black glass
grab a diamond choker
and collar Venus
were I so inclined
(subjunctive case
if I "were"
not if I "was"
speaking proper
sounds so fuddy-duddy
yeah... I know)
fuddy-duddy me
I probably did
ya know...
campfire smoke and
400 Conejos
pair so well
dragon is growing soft
and blurry
his orange pot belly
slowly snoring
hissing
steamy streams
stings my tears
to feel
my life
yearning for life
I just want to be here
my back on this dirt
my head on this rock
with Groot
grizzly
moose
400 Conejos and
heaven staring down
glowing red dragon rolls over
spewing glitter
like exclamation marks
I hear you
but do I listen
Groot...
grizzly...
moose...
400 Conejos...
do you
do you...
listen to me
ok then...
Categories:
400, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
advice may sound mean
but I don't think Krispy Kreme
is the way to go
Categories:
400, health, humor,
Form:
Senryu