Best Abducting Poems
I walked by the old cafe on Rue De Sienne and heard an angel playing harp
a cherub an ethereal mome bewitching me and playing softly with my heart
she wore a halo made of gold, a soul that laddered up beyond the tarp
and as the fluent clouds rain-teared upon her alabaster tunic.... Art !
Each star a studded light inside her angel eyes of blue. Each note
commemorating, unfastening, abducting, a copious symphony of one
The buckling breeze became her muse I, a kite released in far remote
a Mystic with no malice in sight stringing up the moon and jealous sun.
June 20, 2018
He crouches behind a false wall…hoping, praying,
Listening carefully to the commotion outside.
A knock on the door, another, two more!
They kick the door in and storm inside.
Men with rifles, boys with guns,
Searching, preying, abducting, killing,
They turn over the table and kick over a few chairs,
As they search every nook and corner of the building.
Finding nothing they eventually leave,
He heaves a sigh of relief
He looks at his wife, tears streaming down her face,
They nod in agreement, it is time to leave.
As night draws near, they sneak outside,
Scanning the place for the infidels.
He carries a rucksack, it’s all that they have,
A few clothes, some photos and some medicine.
She follows along, her son in her arms,
They make their way to the sea shore;
They stop in their tracks, their hearts skips a beat…
A gunshot, another, two more!
A man walks towards them, a gun in his hand,
They kneel, he comes in a little closer;
He asks where they are going, they don’t say a word
The child starts crying, they think it’s all over.
Then the man asks them to follow him,
They stand up and do as they are told.
He takes them to a place where there stands a boat,
He takes all their money and asks them to get aboard.
A few hours later, the silence breaks...
A scream, another, two more!
The boat is sinking they jump in the water,
Their life-jackets barely keep them afloat.
A woman beside them struggles to swim,
He takes off his life-jacket and gives it to her,
He asks his family to keep on swimming,
He promises to meet them on the shore.
Later that day she waits on the beach,
A body washes up, another, two more!
She cries as she hugs her dear little boy,
He should be proud, his dad was a hero.
They turn and start walking towards the city
Refugees, aliens, total unknowns;
Some strangers walk up to help them
A new friend, another, two more.
-I wrote this poem based on the true stories of refugees, that have been highlighted on the Facebook page, "Humans Of New York". I want to dedicate this to all those going through the current refugee crisis. Our prayers are with you.
I don’t know about you
but my dreams are always all mixed up
like sometimes I’m half my current age
and I can run like a gazelle, and then I’m
right back in my current prison of a body
limping through an airport, sweat pouring
off of my chin and down the back of my knees
exhausting myself trying to keep up with
the crowd rushing over to book a new flight
‘cos ours has been canceled for no good reason
at all and me without a smartphone,
O, what am i doing in a vast indoor mall in skokie,
illinois, with my daughter and estranged son
from my previous marriage when we live
five miles away in west rogers park, chicago
and now we’re all lost and these little green men
seize my son, abducting him into a disc
with flashing lights while my daughter and I
we both speak Russian ok are in a Russian
restaurant somewhere in Italy, lost sampling the
pizza and Putin's men are trying to find us because
my current wife is from Ukraine omg how are we
ever going to get back to WRP now we're on the
south side of chicago and everyone is staring at
my poor daughter and me and oops she's gone…
I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up the the rickety wooden planks
To our home in mid air
Small but sturdy as ever
On my goliath banyan tree
A small kitchenette for mommy and me
A barbie cushioned boudoir
Rested upon by welcome week-end guests
Evenings spent with bunnies at play
Love rocketing in the rustic air
Bedtime in quilts as the winds whistled
Through flying curtains and vanishing windows
Listening to tales with wide opened eyes
From the storage of books dad left behind
Peeping at the stars swirling in the summer breeze
Half drowsy eyes amidst echoing words
Throwing ladders into the clear dark sky
Effortlessly ascending as Jack on the beanstalk
Holding net on my herculean shoulders
Cautiously stealing into the gates of heaven
Thronging with some sleepy old gods
Abducting dad with quickened speed
Manufactured locks to hold him in custody
In our tree-house hideaway
That he built for mommy and me
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
*40 years down the line our tree house has been weather-beaten and destroyed.
The Ford of pre-independence is in the Ford Museum, Mumbai
Elements Part II-Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Brisk breeze beyond the bluster of the buzzes from bumblebees,
great gusts gifted and granted toward the garden full of greaves.
Coiling curves within curls created contingent upon the current,
tangled and torrential twines taking the sea towards the turrent.
High temperatures are hazardous while handling the blowing heat,
weaving winds will wander with or without natures wreathe.
Abducting air is absent while aligned after its zephyr ablazes,
fire forgives fearlessly as the lightening frees the winds uneven frazes.
~This poem is a mix of Alliteration and Couplet~
~Date Written: March 25, 2016~
The voice speak of oneness
Drive for upliftment and cultural amendment.
It speaks of peace, justice ,love and freedom.
He stands in the street, unshaken
Audible and fearless, saying
"Make hay while the sun shine
Stop the killing and slaughtering of humans .
We are not human goats nor human cows
But humans with flash and blood,
Consciences, soul, feelings and emotions.
Stop, I said stop the torture and corruption
Let us live as one big happy family.
We shall smell joy and happiness
Measure our joy with our songs.
Be your brothers keepers and discriminate not
Every thing work for our Good.
The Gold shall come if we work as one
Remember he who kill by sword shall die by sword
Stop i said stop the abducting of humans
With flesh and blood we are human like you"
You took and you took,
until I could give no more.
You corrupted my childhood,
abducting the youth I adored.
I tried to remain focused,
forgiving each and every day.
But your abominations towards me,
left me empty and betrayed.
It’s easy to say I forgive you,
even though a part of me never will.
It’s easy to say I’ve forgotten,
the trauma which you instilled.
But I keep pushing forward,
though the trials seem so tough.
You’ve stripped away my dignity,
making me callously rough.
Years you’ve taken from me,
impossible to ever give them back.
Silently suffering by myself,
for your ruthless brutal attacks.
I’ve gathered all my courage,
I shaved off all my fear.
Now all I see is the beauty,
of the Lord brushing away my tears.
They who claim to have seen or been abducted by space aliens
are either very delusional or are just plain and simply lying
or they may have been deceived by others most conniving.
These aliens possess a torso, four limbs and a head for a body
and these are traits that have evolved here on planet earth only.
Every specie here on earth that displays a face
all have the same ancient common ancestor from whom they evolved that trait.
The odds of such similarities occurring in outer space beyond our reach
are profoundly astronomical at the very least.
I do however have one other theory
that may shed some light on this space alien query.
They are not space aliens at all. They are the future of humanity
who have traveled back in time to study their evolutionary history.
We now travel in automobiles where we once used horse and buggy.
We've created trains and airplanes so as to travel more quickly.
We now have the Internet whereupon we once depended on libraries only.
Our advancement is evolving exponentially.
So I ask you; Is time travel so inconceivable to be attained eventually?
Every so called alien looks like a clone to me.
Perhaps they are all fading out very slowly
and can no longer procreate as do we.
Cloning a clone is like making a photo copy of a photo copy.
The image through many generations begins to fade eventually.
So maybe they're abducting us to extract our DNA to preserve their specie.
As far fetched as this may sound, it makes scientific sense to me.
“Bring back our girls”: a silent whisper now the global anthem,
Re-echoing the opposing bells to our corrupt system
Is this the prospect sought-after by our patriotic gem?
Nigeria! Listen to the loud tears of your future stem,
Give joy to daughter-hood; salvage them.
But wait! Bombing at first now abducting,
And our tomorrow, they take liberty in destroying:
Creeping into our streets with arsenals uninviting;
Kai! Things are falling apart swiftly, as a mountain erupting.
Oh! Once upon a time in Chibok
Unraveling the serene puzzles gazing from our books;
Reading and playing to pass examination’s hook
Girls in tender uniforms with big dreams,
Insuring their future on the seedbed of academic teams,
Rain-date indeed! Absent from our schemes;
Little wonder you were abducted; as in Nollywood films,
Shai! Where is God in this scenario? It seems.
What do you mean by freedom?
If someone is dying, let him die,
If someone is fighting, let him fight,
If someone is abusing, let him abuse,
If someone is smashing, let him smash.
Does freedom mean everyone’s own business?
If someone is cheating, let him cheat,
If someone is smuggling, let him smuggle,
If someone is taking bribery, let him take,
If someone is raping, let him rape.
Does freedom mean enjoyment then let him enjoy?
If someone is robbing, let him rob,
If someone is stealing, let him steal,
Is someone is threatening, let him threat,
If someone is abducting, let him abduct,
Does freedom mean harassment then let them harass?
If freedom means care who cares for human values,
If freedom means dare who dares to stop innocent killings,
If freedom means chair who serves responsibility,
If freedom means fair who serves equality.
Does freedom mean understanding let each us cooperate?
To reduce someone’s pain, for human being’s gain,
To enjoy happiness, to dance and sing for a kiss,
To differentiate animalism, to define humanism,
To avoid criminality, to provide comfortable facility.
The birds are our witnesses
The birds are our narrators
The birds are our revealers
The fire was burning
The smoke was rising
The bombs were bombing
The people were dying
The guns were sounding
The folks were weeping
The rapists were raping
The kidnapers were abducting
The killer were killing.
All bad things were gone
All good things are come
Untranquil land it was
Tranquil land it is.
Uneducated people they were
Educated people they are.
Country's blood lakes and rivers it had
Country's fresh lakes and rivers it have.
The birds have unguilty eyes
The birds have verity mouths.
The birds are so innocents.
The birds will verbalise forever!!
#EDM.
Gallant is a white night.
Deceiving one with delight.
Beckoning with such might.
Obscuring our mind's sight.
Abducting all human rights.
Deluding our true plight.
Creating an endless fight.
Gripping souls so tight.
Distorting our foresight.
Gallant not this white night.
Hell, it will surely you unite.
Strength it takes to fight.
The drowsy solstice faded,
the glare of sunlight trimmed,
the intense light moved swiftly,
as daylight hours dimmed.
A portal slowly opened
across the saffron sky,
abducting fleeting sunshine,
as nighttime fell and nigh.
The gateway spun a moonbeam.
It landed on the sea,
then reached into darkness
and set the nighttime free.
Crows love an audience, not with people but with the gentle folk and others of their own kind .
and if their lucky it would be with jet her self.
My wife has taken to wearing heavy shoes upon my pleading because of the fondness the crows have for her skinny self ,
It doesn’t take a lot to make a crow laugh .
One just has to know what to say or do ,
My wife being such a weedy woman and I suspect part genetically related too the gentle folk anyway,
only has to turn sideways and appears to vanish from their noble view .
this has your average murder in stitches.
I’ll hear a fading squeal of delight as my thin woman is carried up aloft into the branches by and to preform for said murder .
I’m the one who has to rope up and retrieve my preforming wife every valiant time ,
if crows can shrug a dismissal ‘then that’s the very thing that greets me for my intrusion when I eventually reach the crown of that great oak
and then breathlessly exclaim “really “
So that is why
‘it’s always heavy shoes to be worn outside please (for her ),
as a way of deterring that ancient
Black feathered
Fan base abducting my thin wife ( Again).
Like runaway water
you run to meet your lover,
the death.
The hidden story,
spurts many questions.
You want the
severed head of the pen
back,to write the destiny.
The savage resurgence
of abducting-
the aurorean light,
will demand a
heavy price, since the
cease-fire had melted down.
The lotus-eaters
will decide to open
the scars.
Satish Verma