Best Allegiances Poems
Oh! how gems sparkle from glinted morning dew
Wooing your view, amber rays peeking through,
Enamoring jubilation as missives of love I renew
On halo of golden sun inscribing ovations anew
Blushing purple hues, scintillating skyline blue,
Venerating day precious~ my stellar gift for you.
Arrayed in crystal vase are red-roses you adore
Where silken petals gleam, evoking springs of yore,
In bouquet of our memories exulting evermore,
For you are the love-blossoms my passions implore
Titillating heart today, tomorrow, and forever;
Answering my prayer, you’re life’s holy endeavor.
Birds gently awakened you strumming your song
As cadence of my soul, extolling you sings along,
For endearing is the appeal buoyant on your zeal
Soothing me in your bliss, forlorn tears you heal,
My cheerful theme you are, deity of eternal glee,
You are my voice of poetry, exhilarating as can be.
Fabulously shines your smile on splendor of today
As dreams satiated replay waltzing rhythms of ballet
When lyrical praises of lifelong allegiances convey:
You are the guitar my heartbeats ceaselessly play,
You are the harmonics, tunes of symphonies sway
In chorus of heart’s music celebrating your birthday.
September 4, 2021
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With flowing robes,
pungent herbs,
arching doors,
organic walls,
and eerie lights,
you take on trappings
of one thought evil.
Yet in you beats
an open heart—
one always skirting
curdled customs,
sterile allegiances,
trivial tyrannies—
one ever seeking
reunions with roots,
transforming spaces,
raw possibilities.
On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The smell of tomorrow burnt and tempting
I warmed my frozen fingers between her thighs
When life gave us more losses than victories
Our veins pumping arrogant blood
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I had the hope her & I would end up together
I prayed we would grow grey together
Like cannibals reciting shrewed poetry
we danced to the rhythm of our conniving hearts
Our shivering skins shedding off of our ripe skeletons
I listened to her soft bones move like wet clay
I loved her more than sharks love innocent blood
Had her caged in the un-democracy of my frigid hands
Her shivering skin whispering dirty talk to mine
Her breath on my breath, taking the carbon from your lungs
Her fingers like syringes sucking oxygen off of my hemoglobin
We danced our sorrows to Ron Pope and Emelli Sande
Sundays we cuddled all day stuck on alphas
Taking steps back and looked at the bigger picture
Bound by no allegiances before the cliques and fake friends
We danced the pain to the curve
There were no distances we couldnt measure
No numbers louder than we could raise our voices
But we danced in geometrical fractions
Our feet uncaged from our ankle sockets
Ignoring the checkerboards in the morality of our peers
Like vampires running through mystical forests
We danced to the echoes of our miserable days
The anthems hummed by our oppressive government
That conspired to make us choose, need or want
My cataracts starred at her soul
Her soul spoke six languages to my heart and
We danced, with our faces like dominoes
Entagled like flamingoes at birth
Each moment became an equation of cosines
Before we lost it all, we danced!!
France gave America the Statue of Liberty,
In 1865, from Edouard de Laboulaya, his act;
It begot Joan of Arc who insisted that,
Nationality bet religion as a matter of fact.
The Free French were renown in WW II,
For an innate determination which alit,
The will of those sinking around them,
For the democratic heart that was split.
It produced Thomas Piketty with his book Capital,
Which called for a global tax of all richer states,
To redistribute income for egalitarianism,
For freedom and for the poverty liberation straits.
The death of Jihadi John set it all off,
As he was the symbol of the Islamic State,
Most definitely and without reservations,
He was the one with the credal slate.
But France today has an interventionist policy,
In Syria, and is the most vocal nation of all,
Insisting that President Assad needs to go,
To enable free democracy to stand tall.
In 2010 Qatar, an Arab state with oil and gas,
Won the bid to host the 2022 FIFA World Cup;
When a UK government employee questioned this,
In November 2014, he caused a very real hiccup.
France was said to have validated Qatar,
To chief Sepp Blatter who was eventually removed;
I can’t dismiss that Qatar would have reciprocated,
With gifts of money for the French to be proved.
With some of Qatar’s money, flowing and free,
France would’ve strengthened its foreign policy,
Doubled its presence in Syria, or even tripled it,
With the USA and others following likewise - oui.
So the French people’s ability to fight ISIS,
Is important to Syrian Islamists who are fully aware,
That the size of an army determines its success,
Thus Qatar’s allegiances are ISILs concern to beware.
The Beheading of Thomas
Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses
The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove
Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts
Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better
They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind
Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices
Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes
Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek
Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you
They shall be one day
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
Remember That We Are BEAUTIFUL
As humans, we actively help others…ALTRUISTICALLY.
Benevolently relieving burdens pleasing…BIG-HEARTEDLY.
Celestial hoping rewards souls with inner strength's…CALM!
Divine inspirations amaze; its wonder delivers mountains of DELIGHTS.
Extraordinary and ordinary folks co-exist intrinsically…EQUAL.
Faithful followers of the inner voice, solve conflicts with…FAIRNESS.
Generous gifts of which the Creator deems us worthy generates…GOODNESS
Happily, we comfort our friends and show compassion, healing…HEARTS
Individual industriousness provides direction…INDELIBLY.
Justice, when hearing the errant, seeks not revenge… JOYOUSLY.
Karma, led by spiritual energy, directs paths through life…KISMET.
Long-suffering and persistence charm leads sinners to heaven's …LOVES!
Mysteries uncovered feed curiosity, making man smarter…MARVELS
Notwithstanding sacrifice, we do favors for friends…NECESSARILY.
Offering our allegiances, we defend our homelands…OBEDIENTLY.
People inspired, promulgate principals to live by…PEACEFULLY.
Questioning selves and reality in order to improve…(getting better) QUARELLESSING.
Remembering and respecting other's feelings and beliefs…REVERENCING
Steadfastly selecting supreme humility as a goodly option…SELFLESSLY!
Trusting many to choose right, we exemplify faith in mankind…TIRELESSLY.
Utopia as a goal, defended to the death, bravely seeks the right…UNENDINGLY.
Voices reaching out with good examples, void of hatred, overcome…VICTORIOUSLY.
We, the beautiful, care about the well being of others…WILLFULLY.
X-tra hopes, copious kindness, generous goodness, finds loves…XOXOX
Yearning for self-improvement through soul searching surrenders…YESTERDAYS.
Zealous living shines from within and befits us, beautiful mankind's ZENITH.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form: Double ABC ...a touch of End Rhyme! (FUN!)
Desert Peace
Man's desire to live apart
savage and unruly.
Hiding out among misfits;
kindred spirits.
Entwining allegiances
bask softly in the desert sun,
desperate to find a peace.
Peace that blooms in every soul,
each one at his own pace.
Growling and groveling until havoc is wracked
and there is nothing more left to bleed.
Summon strength from the hearts weakness.
Commit thyself doubly,
as you would a passion pursuit.
A lonely soul is one whose direction is misspent.
Live as the lizards and mice and hawks do.
Quiet, peaceful-obedient to self.
People ask, “Do you have faith?”
Well, do you?
How do you know?
Do you even know the meaning of faith?
Can you comprehend “obligation?”
Do you understand “loyalty and fidelity”
to a person, promise, engagement, or a diety?
Can you accept the observance of your obligations,
the fidelity to your promises, oaths, and allegiances?
If so, your are blessed with faith.
If not, you are hopelessly devoid of faith’s essence.
The value of faith cannot be measured.
It is more precious then any commodity
and cannot be bought nor sold.
If you lack it, faith is only
accessible through prayer.
No one is worthy of faith
and faith is never based on proof.
Faith is a heavenly gift,
a gift from “The Holy Spirit.”
It is neither earned or deserved
and ought never be taken for granted.
Faith permits acceptance of our “Lord and Savior”
and HIS “Holy Sacrifice”
that alone can save our souls.
Faith is your connection to the divine.
If you lack faith, pray for it.
If you have faith, cherish it.
Written to my Cousin Madelyn McKay six years ago. She was a poetess here as cancer consumed her body. May my magical and kind cousin ….rest in peace!
Maggie . She had sent me an article on how great the 1960’s were! I am glad she is not here to see our civil rights being taken away, the murder of children, and our Congress having people in it, whose allegiances are not to
America. God is dead to many, our currecy is marked with these words, “ In God we trust. But He is being repaced by a new religion, “Wokeism”.Dear
It was painful to read, for me,anyway. I don't even want to remember fun things anymore!
Dearest Cousin Maggie….
We exist in a hellish world,
Surrounded by invisible bars.
Slapped down at every corner.
We are riddled with technology,
which many drool over. Not me!
Where are the people? Where is such a
thing called a voice?
Where is love?
Where is humanity?
The sound of my fingers, tapping on the
iPad, smileys, LOL's will never replace being
with another..
I am glad I am old, and welcome death.
I see no point in living in a world that is
ice cold and growing to be a repressive.
Communist state.
And I do believe at death you see the face of
God! How can I not want that.Maggie?
An empty on life is a device is bad enough.
While my fellow beings do not want to hear
their right to live is ending…Far worse.
The past! Terribly painful to recall. The punishment
for those who speak out now is vast and wide.
Love, Cousin Pangie
Postscript.
Violence is at an all time high.
Mass murder goes unpunished and people do
not realize, they could be next.They put their
fingers in their ears and will swim in pools of
positivity to drown out the screams of reality
and lies by repressive governments.
They forgot who Hitler was. We have many of
his evil ilk, in all countries and citizens who think
they are adults, hiding and pretending evil does
not exist?
Good people are jailed in their countries while
anarchists, subsidized by our governments…
Rule your world and mine. And our precious
children’s blood runs in the streets. P.R.
Note, This is an opinion piece. Thank you
for reading.
Poem 1 8/7/2024
I have given contests my very best
only to bruise my ego with unrest
and sometimes hurt within my chest.
I confess to times of being obsessed
with stinking poetry contest-distress.
Feelings from result-upsets are not chronic,
no, they are more geared towards chaotic.
Whenever my imagination goes myopic,
I become a seeker of contest topics
to fast provide fed to my eager muse,
ergo, I have sustained the pain of abuse.
Sad chagrin remains aflame till my joy claims
and strains my reins to make me pen poems again.
I win only the odd inning to earn minimal grinning.
Contests involve allegiances, politics, grievances,
perspectives, objectives and other human messes.
They are entered by a sphere of genuine peers
who, like me, have need to feel they belong here.
Whether my entries are revered and cheered,
or seemingly smeared and painfully speared,
I would spill no ink if contest stink disappeared.
For me, smelly contests heed the strong need
of my self-centered muse who controls my lead.
Perhaps these words are just stinky alphabet turds
that I merged for a contest my muse used to feed.
Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava
Allegiances born of belligerent father
A council estate with yards full of tyres
A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires
Cars outside boozers where loyalist losers
Don’t spot the briefcase with time delay fuses
One man and his neighbour of different persuasions
Soldiers and ministers weighing equations
Each side will tear you apart with their bombs
Some will send ‘letters’ to where you are from
Some cite religion or national pride
Or family honour when taking a side
Orange and green the colours of choice
BBC using an imposter’s voice
Still the news media expresses surprise
When pubs, cars and trucks light up the skies
A town-centre nightclub to which people flock
Across the street came Messrs Browning and Glock
In hands now committed to unleash their guns
They fingered their triggers... and then there were nuns
***
[During ‘The Troubles’ in Northern Ireland, whilst many individuals were targeted due to their religious persuasion, targeted attacks on any particular religious institution were, seemingly, rare. A lengthy chat with Mr Google named two Catholic priests who were deliberately killed, but only one nun who was killed when she happened-on-by a bombing; she remains the only nun killed (albeit inadvertently) because of ‘The Troubles’. ‘And Then There Were Nuns’ simply prompts the question (to which I have no answer) what would a team of gunmen do next if a group of Nuns wandered into their ‘hit’?]
Allegiances, they pledge; my side, theirs
My trust, unconditional
Acceptance preceding perfection
Their appreciation shown, their truth unknown.
With them, are my woes no more
Unrestrained is my voice, in their presence
Insults do we barrage, none to harsh
Joy is embraced, smiles reflected.
When my steps are unheard, their cloaks disappear
My oppositions they sought, my closet they open
The war incited, buried in yellow carnations
Our fists, unclenched; my wounds too deep.
Disloyalty, a constriction to my heart
Their red hands, an intervention to my faith.
Hidden by glasses dark and thick, what color, the eyes that glimmer?
I often wondered at the intellect hidden deep in those orbs.
Wondered at the mystery that laid back head tilt simmers,
what wife, what child, what family, what allegiances absorbed.
His cheeks are full, his brow is high, the classics he's informed,
but where is his better half, his Juliet, his ritual, his core?
He's cashed away the faceted bits within a dragon's hoard.
Will he ever remove his mask, only Ghanesha knows
yet, I know this, he's one fine chap, his kindness's underscored.
The Poet's name is Kash/Cache/cashed all sound the same in Englsh
hope this play on words is ok.
Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?