Best Aggressively Poems
There Be Dragons
In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...
Fantastical creatures cloaked in time
An epic testament
Where the Zepher lifts the fae--sublime
No longer reticent--
Beware! The splenetic Nebulous
Who guards the minutes there
Her exquisite mass is ravenous--
No jot or tittle fare!
Do some planning should you gallivant...
The fae will help you see,
Lilly, Lilac, Aster,Skull--enchant
With such simplicity!
By the Willow Bliss of Yesterday
You just may want to quit...
But don't let your vigor ricochet
Cherish your kismet!
Delight the dragon and get a wish
Show some humility
But watch your heart--his favorite dish--
Your liability!
There be dragons in the twilight of day
Timeless and roaming free...
Seek an oasis wherever you may
And most aggressively!
deborah burch©
4/13/2012
For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest
Where is the love, Mamma?
Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, uttering
Your plethora of Faith keeps me steadily striving
Though, frustrated when peace will be arriving.
Under cover of the midnight moon, hookers seducing
Shady men with illicit wares aggressively peddling
Of changing our situation, I'm forever idealizing.
Enduring every day's trauma, just surviving.
Seeking direction from above, when is enough enough?
Tell me, Mamma ~ Where is the love?
Collective immorality still existing.
A ticking clock morality meekly resisting
Corruption, greed, and deceit still abounding
This life where goodness seems to be drowning.
A depraved degradation of insanity still insisting,
Death, broken hearts, crime persisting
In the chaos, qualms never ceasing.
lawlessness above the muck and mire rising
At the kerbside, a holy man piously preaching
Should I turn my cheek, still beseeching
Amidst their plundering and their leeching?
NO !!
Enough is Enough ~ Where is the Love?
Beyond-repair abhorrence, I'm escaping.
Fervently, I'm hoping and praying.
Please God, Mamma, be safe while I'm gone
I'll be back for you before long
In the eerie darkness, emotions imploding
Sirens blaring, with the sound of guns exploding
My shallow breath quickening, turning back with throat thickening
All the while, I'm screaming
Where is the love?
Back through this hellhole, I'm rapidly racing
All through the panic, still hoping and praying
Please God, Mamma ~ Be Safe, Be Safe, Be Safe
Neon blue-red lights flickering and flashing.
Through my open front door, I'm madly dashing.
Looming through the haze, I hear them saying.
'Sorry, Miss, yet another random shooting
Your Mamma just got caught in the cross-firing.'
The last thing I hear is my own voice crying.
MAMMA ~ THERE IS NO LOVE! THERE IS NO LOVE!
There are always those who say that you are wrong.
They are the ones who never stray from the herd.
They go to school and learn everything about life from manuals.
They write poems and stories like other poets and writers did.
They get good grades.
They stay out of trouble, but engage in acceptable rowdiness and fun.
They write and give great graduation speeches.
They become middle-managers, mostly.
They fold their socks and underwear.
They stay abreast of the latest trends and movies.
They quote famous quotes like they thought them up.
They attempt to belittle, passive-aggressively, anything out of orthodox thought.
They live their lives like lambs.
They buy big, beautiful things.
They wear shiny wedding-rings.
They drive down drowsy streets.
They form committees.
They bake things shaped like commercials.
They invent rules for writing and art.
And
I
Don't
Follow
Them.
It wasn't all that long ago when covid
choked the world with it's grasp.
People became anxious, some belligerent, when
asked to merely mask.
While others stock piled toilet paper to
wipe their sorry ass..
A million Americans suffered.
A million Americans passed.
Our health care system became overburdened
with such a daunting task..
People craving answers, turned to the experts to ask.
Our Ex. President gave misinformation with a
racist slant, calling covid the "Chinese virus",
he'd over and over recant.
Innocent Asian citizens were aggressively attacked.
This former President refused to abide by the precautions that
were advised. He wouldn't wear a mask and the medical community he criticized.
How many of us Americans would still be here today, if we had
stupidly injected bleach as this President once did say?
Four years wasn't all that long ago dear friends.
Is this the type of leader that Americans want again??
"All the Dark Stallions"
Calliope burns
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks
both hands
holding the ropes
firmly fast today
slow burn
tomorrow
warm whispers
gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays
driving all
the dark stallions
towards heaven
where the
Whicker Man
claps for more Light
and
Judgement
patiently waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Miley Cyrus X Stevie Nicks - Midnight Sky / Edge of Seventeen
https://youtu.be/oRnxO9FRDbU
Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks - Edge of Midnight
https://youtu.be/IJgidX_LC4Q
"Ooh, you know it's true
That I was born to run,
I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
(Loved by you)"
"O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—"
LYRICS/ Edge of Midnight, Miley Cyrus
https://genius.com/Miley-cyrus-midnight-sky-lyrics
firebrand.
n.
person who is very passionate about a particular cause.
"a political firebrand"
Similar:
radical
revolutionary
troublemaker
agitator
rabble-rouser
demagogue
soapbox orator
incendiary
subversive
tub-thumper
2.
a piece of burning wood.
3.
one that creates unrest or strife (as in aggressively promoting a cause) : AGITATOR
mark
1. Noun
"Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art" / Keats
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44468/bright-star-would-i-were-stedfast-as-thou-art
John Keats/Poet.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats
"Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun" / Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47644/ah-why-because-the-dazzling-sun
Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-bronte
The Brontës / Family
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bront%C3%AB_family
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
That's a long way from sighing freely
just one calm brushstroke
wrapped in a sea of tranquility
to suit phantom clustering to occur
soundless groans of despair
permeate deeply below
vacant plenty and lots of depth
holding tanks for trinkets
still swallowing down
to its essence, it's stifling
In the bowels of the abyss
with staggering madness.
a piercing squeak emerged
the darkened horrible torture
emotional feelings swing the gamut
ensuring the gusts of grief are at bay
the brief bouts of peace were helpful
In the hopes of lasting harmony
while maintaining a silent beat
Irresolvable and convoluted
retain your cool and stand firm
the self-aware rule of one's mind
a sharp jolt to one's daydreams
restrained my forward motion
the sleepy origins of the phrase
my heart ached for alteration
according to the distorted sobs
between the quaking anger
plus the carefree merriment
waited in fear of a phantom sighting
we are sincerely moved by to silence
an existentialist perspective
hidden and unyielding; a mystery
It aggressively drops its coat
trauma-induced coldness
the silence was jarring.
still, a swing of the pendulum
tears the mask off the difficulty
capturing the essence of times
time spent in relative stillness.
Written: April 13, 2013
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1208 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I am ashamed
I know what I have done is a sin
I can only hope the gods will forgive me
She will never forgive my evil deeds
No need to plead
Time and time again, I have aggressively acted
I can only hold my head in shame
Yes I have beaten my wife
Over and over and over
Twenty times at last count
I have beaten her to the fridge
I was first to the ice cream, no matter the flavor
But justice was always served
She would tickle me
Until that luscious erotic bowl of ice cream
Fell into her lap
We both laughing at our naughty little sins
Ice cream kisses……………
The hair sits on my head like it's a throne
And I'm a heir to the heritage
Generations of my people passed this
crown on to me
You may call it nappy but don't sleep on
my royalty
I'm king-sized, never belittling myself of
feeling ashamed for the way it grows
above my brain
Or the way it rises to greet the rain
The way every strand curls, strives and strains
to make a home above the atmosphere
While you want to look at it in fear
Disdain, and wonder
Ponder with entitled and greedy hands
that violate our space the way you once did our lands
Hands that want to colonize the body of a continent
And plunder it for its contents
Don't ask for consent before you take what you want
The afro, cornrows,
twists, and braids
Never mind where it came from or why
they were made
You want locks without the dread of
having them shaved to save chances
of getting a job just so you can be paid
You want it all just so you can look "cool"
Nevermind all of us that get kicked out of
school, banned from pools, and told that we look like fools
All for being ourselves and expressing our pride
Want to take all the "nice" aspects of being black
but would never take the full ride
While we actually have to hide
Temper it
Take snide, rude, and smart remarks just
for a part of us that does what it does naturally
If I'm gonna be myself anywhere in this
country I have to do it aggressively
Unapologetically
I won't be a slave to standards that
hamper my individuality or expression
So to hell with what you say, think, or
the way you look at me
I don't care
Because I'm gonna wear this hair proudly
individually rugged
aggressively passive
acerbic wit.
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...
Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors
Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold
Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
Hungry for progress
Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
Tries to wash him away
Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles,
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms
I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch
Clever, Talented, and real my rhymes just swifter
Ain't got no muscle but i'm still a bra lifter
Fed up so that weed going straight to my lungs
Rappin like i'm black so they want me hung
Maybe i'm like this cuz the world just cold
Hard to hope when everyone around you folds
So when I bust my rhymes they listen cuz i got soul
Style a mix of eminem, 2pac, and J cole
So i got the venom, the rhythm, and the message
The real crime is judging a man by how he dresses.
Cuz the message i'm spreading aint bout bitches or jewelry
Showing you society's deception, corruption, and cruelty
Now I ain't nothing special just a member of the hopeless
my message spread passive aggressively like a stoner dopeless
Cuz I got a lot to prove before I kick the bucket
These cowards be mistaken if they take me for another puppet
Cant see the change comin then you better get some glasses
Cuz no society can survive through the denial of the masses
All of you throw at me the same cuz yall just clones
Don't know what to do when i start droppin bombs like i'm a drone
My mind completely removed from this greed driven drama
All these fake politicians got their own agendas even obama
This whole systems broken when there's only 2 teams
That's enough represent a whole nation's dreams?
But arming citizens is no way to restore the calm
What goods a gun gonna do if they drop a bomb
They say i'm just another disillusioned rebellious youth
Well ain't it pretty delusional to live on perception rather than truth
if money the root of all evil then why does it choose which sides superior
Cuz the more money they stack the more the truth becomes inferior.
So the next time they sell you their ******** with the dollar bill
Remember the lesson you learned from your homie dhill
A Democracy forged in the fire of human discontent
and molded into an enduring symbol of freedom.
A Republic founded on the highest of human ideals
to aggressively defend against tyranny and oppression
that may come from within our borders and far beyond.
A country of immigrants from every corner of the world
who always held true to the promise for others that came.
A land of hope cradled between two shinning seas
where anything no matter how improvable was possible,
where dreams that seemed impossible could be realized.
A nation full of people who are stronger and better
only when they elect to embrace their great diversity,
and not only celebrate their differences, but relish in them.
The home of a grand lady with a torch standing in a busy harbor,
a bold monument to the virtues and principles of freedom itself,
a profound testament to what our great country proudly stands for,
a welcoming sight for those desperately seeking a flicker of hope,
for those yearning to be free from persecution and oppression,
for those seeking a new beginning in a more accepting place.
Please! Please! tell me where did our beloved America go?
How did we go from tearing down walls in other nations
to erecting these unwelcoming monuments in our own backyard?
How did we go from being the leader of the free world
to putting people from neighboring countries in metal cages?
How did we go from being the world’s defender of democracy
to separating small children from their families at our borders?
How did we lose our civility and our national sense of purpose
to become repugnant provocateurs of ignorance and intolerance?
Today one small child cries for their mother on our border.
Tomorrow we mourn in silence for a great nation,
that once was the focal point of democracy in the world,
that once set the example for other nations to follow,
that once stood as the standard-bearer for freedom everywhere.
Please! Please! tell me will our beloved America ever return?
Hello today how are you having a wonderful day,
Sun shining you stunning having a wonderful day,
The clouds so clear blue ocean flying away.
The breeze so chill mellow relax summer,
Only May does she call her brother for the wrong lies,
Twisted you know why for life goes on,
So I'm trying to fly to see better days,
What lies is lies that tell lies to fill more with lies that your confuse to decide,
Soon I could tell you some advice before you jump from the edge inside watch your life commit suicide in front of your eyes.
It's a wonderful day ain't it but for me I ruin it,
I aggravated the most friendliest girl,
For thoughts argue aggressively among themselves,
Cooking up til one makes a mistake burst of energy spills.
A wonderful day but it rains today,
Moist atmosphere mid fog cemetery,
Paying homage to the dead,
Even Squidward ain't far way.
4/2/16