Best Ambuscade Poems

Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived...

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Dapper Drac had a panic attack, and topping off the dread
His trendy boots clashed with his suit, plus his white shirt was stained red

Sure his hair was right, and dynamite, as seen in the mirror
Yet to dress, without finesse, in his book, was a vile...

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A friend is one who you can trust
To be always kind and always just.

When you are lonely or afraid,
A friend will be your colonnade.

When truth is lost in masquerade,
A friend's strong hand will be your aid.

When times are hard and hit like a gust,
A friend...

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The sprout of momentary illusion, 
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December, 
in wintry snow, mocked, 
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin  of February,  
suspended in September,
the burden...

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waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby

three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack

quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle

driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped...

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PETITION OF THE POWERLESS

Citadel of my inner strength
Crushed by your colossal ambuscade
My pain like carpet spread to length
To receive your cruel cavalcade

My Fountain of dreams fade like bubble
Pushed by your power’s barricade
In my platter serving toil and trouble 
You walk away with unfair accolade!


9th November...

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incompetence seats imperviously in the rock, 
watching his last drama in senility; 

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity, 
stalling  dreams by their guns. 

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of  thousand...

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I was born in the odds, 
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas, 
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath, 
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,

A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,...

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Heartbroken can’t express the grief
Fingers cannot contain the torrent of tears

Justified to feel fractious
Fractious but without justice

The moil of sleeplessness
An anxiety of tragedy, the tight, oppressive grip

Grief Management, or so it’s called
Manage grief? Palliate this extreme? No, it can’t be done

A cocktail of grief, add...

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Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to thwart tempus fugit
analogous to ambuscade by time thief
little rascal who steals
most precious commodity

right before mine myopic eyes
abstract artificial construct
hastens cradle...

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"Even him did outlandish women cause to sin." Nehemiah 13.26b

Even Solomon. 

A fame torn apart 
a name blotted 
honor dissipates by mere act
the villain, women,
The Victim Solomon,
The acts, Lust.
bevies of licentious libidinous passerby 
in ambuscade hunting destiny 

Even Solomon, 
Reputation buried in-between thighs
A king captured...

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In this vast ocean of delinquent bawd,
loose malefactors stood in ambuscade. 
to assuage the fiery zeal of pilgrims
through the path of the pits into the dungeon, 
to quench the light of true life. 

They allure through facade of a putrid clay, 
and conceal the serpent...

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This road is not mine, 
I stumbled at the precipice, 
The darts struck while i slept, 
Ten thousand enemies in ambuscade, 
with fiery arrows drawn for my destruction, 
made a mockery of my commitment. 

The garment is not mine, He tore it 'afore' 
I abandoned...

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