Best Annihilates Poems
let me be a wanderlust vixen in the vortex ~
a voltage liquified to the upbeat vibrato,
versing vehemently in venom-glazed grief,
and rehearsing your criminalism
like a serial liar ~
because I am too voiceless
to command the Monarch of mercury
to vindict the sojourners
that lure me to their blind holes,
and vandalise the chromatic criticisms
that clench me in their cyanide claws,
through the cracks
branching in the demonised billboard …
Oh scorching serpent,
slithering with velvet-tongued torment,
never leave me tethered
between the lips of loneliness ~
like a leaflet tucked on
the seaglass screen,
screaming for those stygian seashells
to lock my secrets behind
the bars of misplaced passwords,
because, this pulse of paranoia
is too pure to palpitate
in the pixels of poisoned prayers ~
and there is no anecdote
that annihilates the anxious
acronyms of abandonment,
streaming through the realms
of disposed dimensions.
There are no strings attached
that hum in hexed hoaxes
through the violin vendetta
strumming an acapella ~
through the lusty noise
of monsters longing for
the loss of my sacred insanity …
perhaps, the voice in my head
is an ode to the orchestrating shadows,
too mindless to manipulate ~
scripted in secluse
replaying the ruins,
paused in the prison
a sketch of sleep in splitting senses …
as bipolar ballads
tame their schizophrenic strokes ~
when the Maestro of moon
mediates a megalomaniac
sonnet of venting slaves,
in the muted matriarchy of mantras
that keep repenting rage,
in the impulsive incandescence
of my icy azure ink ~
refusing the warmth
of vulnerable sagas
that ache to heal me
and release the
insomniac coldness ~
blanketed with the sparks
of murky mermaid stars …
I own this label ~
the name of a lunar lunatic,
and this is a war,
between the sphinx of sabotage
and the never-ending nocturns ,
as, I remain weapon-less
like a cardinal iris,
rewriting the rules
of unshakable madness
in your maniac meanderings,
ineffable ~ invisible ~ incurable
an impostrous
i n v a d e r …
"In the house of lovers the music never stops,
the walls are made of songs & the floor dances"
Quote by: Rumi
Beloved one you know me like you know the stars
and as I navigate inside the pathways of your light
I turn into a million fireflies inside this jar
of flaming hues, your brilliance is out of sight
Light of my life, you are the candle of my Empire
the blaze of my radiance, dear knight
you are my fire and the flame of my desire,
the breath that annihilates the night
January 14, 2023
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Beloved Poets
COVENANT
The mourning of lost souls
The treachery of natural disaster
Brings us before God to ask are we forsaken.
To adjust to ways and will of a greater source,
We go into an intellectual setting to form mentality,
Our voices, we feel, are the only key factors in overcoming what annihilates us.
The sorcerer stands now to devise a plan of spells to bring peace and wisdom amid us.
The people of the village song for a greater harvest in the old days.
The terrorists’ fires
The hate crimes
Henceforth precarious times.
To adjust to the forever changing of minds,
We must choose carefully and construct from within.
Our focus is intelligence.
Our voice must be acknowledged by acumen.
The enforcer of all these truths is a necromancer.
In the old days, the people of the village produced prodigious cognizance.
Eggheads opinionate.
Thinkers investigate.
Mentalities are our way.
We are informers of God.
We are of rightful norms.
We are the people born to construct governments.
We are modern time and divinity.
These are the idyllic years!
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Penned August 15, 2015!
sad
anguish imprisoned
numbing devastating traumatizing
heartache annihilates enthrallment celebrates
fulfilling titillating delighting
wonderment gratitude
joy
Pride seeks
Obsession with self
Hugging our mirrors
Telling tales of our success
To any who will take a knee before us
But failure still dawns for this vanity
For even blind angels can find the gates
If they truly feel love for one another
Greed consumes
Refusing to bleed
It'd be a shame to lose some of our power
We drink the spoils of all the other kings
And laugh as they claim victory
Clutching their new toys like children
With no authority left to show
Lust tempts
Like the scent of decadent jasmine
At the bottom of a cliff
Our primal roar craves the attention of many
No amount of dousing rain
Able to quench our fiery coals
We burn in the attraction
And die in the flames
Anger dismantles
Like a mechanism with a blood red heart
It eradicates by the hand of war
It annihilates by the crush of a boot
Its furious wind blows bare our fields of solidarity
It asks for nothing
But it takes everything
Gluttony swindles
The master of more
We drink its snake oil
Tub after tub
Charmed of our vigor
We dash our futures with its aroma
All while it nurtures
Distaste for our lives
Envy trades
Both sides of our coin
Equal in value
Yet we always desire the fortunes of others
It barters fantasy for contentment
At equal interest
Leaving us destitute in our reality
Sloth escapes
Our need for evolution
Cemented motivation
Like an unfinished sidewalk
Leading us nowhere new
But somehow it still gets away
And we remain fast in place
January 20, 2016
Wrecks homes and family disaggregates
Annihilates lives and dreams stalks
Ruins souls and number of orphans aggrandizes
Promotes stability and quietude installs
Enhances joy and anxiety abolishes
Amplifies wishes and creation procreates
Corroborates love and hush authenticates
Epitomizes harmony and cooperation eases.
We are customary people.
A democracy that is unequal.
Structured through immigration
Native to the form
We embrace diversity.
We are humanitarians born.
The thread of our beings unites us.
Grandparents Mother Father Sisters Brothers Uncles Aunts Nieces Nephews Cousins Husband Wife and Child
Friends within a world of nationalities
We are the United States of America.
One big family
Rooted to our past, we are strength unbound.
Open-minded to our constituents, we are amalgamated for a common cause.
We are so defined that integration has confound.
Two-hundred and thirty-eight years we perplex.
Who annihilates us does not exist.
We are the United States of America.
Bold and beautiful
Dogma
Guiding principles documented
Strategy militantly
A plan
Platform
Vigor
Dynamism captured!
APROPOS
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Date Written: March 16, 2014
January freezes my blood
Crack the ice and split my skin
February bloodies my romance
Let go and watch the rose pedals spin
March colors my envy
I never discovered a four leaf clover
April drenches my eyes
Suicide fog begins to haze over
May plants my flowers
White daisies for upward pushin'
June reconstructs my smile
Thank God razor blades got no cushion
July incinerates my everything
Nothing belongs to me
August annihilates my sunlight
In this blackness I cannot see
September collapses my sanity
Rubble and smithereens left to decay
October perfects my malice
The Devil's come out to play
November thanks my misfortune
Leaves and bullets descend as I ask it
December shovels my snow
To make way for the burial of my casket
The sound of
the wind is
the
wind that
makes the
sound
what is a
sound?
What is a wind?
What is the sound?
What is the
wind?
What is the
sound of the
wind?
Censored the
sound is
shimmering
to fissure the
fetter
a locust of
beigns rigged
out
If war means
death why
do people go
to battle?
war and
battle are
they the
same?
Which one is
bad?
which one
incites a bard?
a necessary
end death is
to Ceasar but
why come
when the end
is
unnecessary?
If hunger that
has hope kills
what does
hopeless
hunger do?
What defines
a foreign cow
and a
local
cow...the
milk or the
colour
Is the
evidence of
absense
same as
absence of
evidence?
If poverty is
indeed a
curse
what is the
cause?
why is killing
someone
called
murder but
killing at
the right time
called politics?
What is
murder?
Is it the same
as mother?
Which one
annihilates
and
which one
creates?
What is
politics?
Is it a game
is it a war
is it a battle
is it evil or
is it all?
What is evil?
Nothing!
The heart
only makes it
so
if the heart
could think
evil
is the heart
not evil?
Since one
acquires
one's mother
tongue
what forbids
one from
acquiring the
murder
tongue too?
If the patient
dog eats the
fattest bone
and a
person
who
arrives at the
well
first
draws the
cleanest water
what then is
the
equilibrium?
Saying what
you mean and
meaning
what you say
are they the same?
Does the
constant
nodding of
the
lizard mean
all is well?
Now the
sound I know
the wind now
I know
but the sound
of the I know
not
Tell me the
sound of the
wind
FARE-THEE-WELL TO RACISM:
I was really discredited in my own state,
However my lips don't annihilates.
Merely I lost my sentiment,
When I was treated with contempt.
Maybe you don't really understand this.
But anytime you also receive a diss,
You retaliate based on your feelings,
And you see it to be your healing.
Yet,what's wrong when my eyes speaks,
After you've made my heart bleed?
Is it wrong for me respecting you,
As an imperfect fellow human,
Or should I treat you like a pretty fool,
For you to say I'm very inhumane?
Frankly,unity is the beautiful clue,
That my heart beat for...as a truelove,
Only to make the world a fine place,
For us to have one big divine faith.
A divine faith to eradicate hatred,
The hatred that turns us into aliens.
Aliens that love and promote racism.
Which breeds wars and favoritism,
Through competitions and religions,
That lacks values and core reasons.
Is it wrong for my cutis being black,
And yours being white?
If No,why are we shedding blood,
In this unnecessary multiracial fight?
Please the world needs to stand as one,
To achieve the peace that we aspire.
The sun,
warm and peaceful,
bringer of soulful light.
So serene,
songbirds and autumn leaves,
the glorious beauty in sight.
Dark clouds,
hidden shrouds,
building in sky above.
Rain,
life's tears,
falling on things we love.
Ominous sky, before my eyes,
my soul begins to shake.
A silence so loud, dead calm around,
shelter inside I must take.
Minutes tick by, as ominous sky,
can no longer contain within.
The deafening sound, of silence profound,
the storm's wrath will now begin.
Quiet your mind,
allow it to find,
massive waves building on the sea.
As time slows down,
waves sound compounds,
as it rises beyond belief.
What starts as dull roar,
is now no more,
as it grows with vigorous might.
It rumbles so loud,
as it shakes the whole ground,
and instills a new realm of fright.
A breeze all around,
that came with this sound,
grows strong with intensity.
This force now bends trees,
and annihilates leaves,
as it breathes its ferocity.
Like the short minutes the storm,
snuffed out peaceful light,
too fast to comprehend.
With a blinding white flash,
and a thunderous clash,
the storm comes to a violent end.
In the beginning as it was on Earth,
there's a gentle mood played
in Iron Maiden's music...
before the shock of reality hits
us in the face and it's time to admit:
Everyone has demons to face,
dark places in both mind and soul
that we would love to erase.
Bury them with the kings of old
whose stories and legends have been told.
Haunting tales of past empires
and the fires they walked through
in life and death as their kingdoms
were raised in glory and then fell
from a time of being a euphoric paradise
before being tragically torn asunder
and thrown into the flaming bowels of hell.
Presented as a Book, though not Biblical
in nature, a history lesson done in lyrical form,
the concept deeply ensconced
in the importance of highlighting the soul's
memories of what was, is and will be.
There's relevance to the journey
in the Iron Maiden's song.
Rights and wrongs of mankind
since its inception centuries ago.
Life, death and the changing hands of power,
the tower built like Babel that unleashed
God's ire on man's desire to have worth.
On Earth, wars have always existed
because of the twisted need for greed.
The Book of Souls warns to take heed
that cities of stone will topple...
a prophecy currently coming true
for none are willing to sacrifice anything,
always wanting more for himself.
Kings flaunting riches, a bane to their souls
Commoners crying out in envious moans
for what they will never be able to hold.
History repeating itself from days of old.
Based on false tongues of wanna-be gods.
The book of lies is being read
and accepted by far too many blind eyes.
Is it the beginning of what the Book of Souls
sees as the repetitious pattern of doom?
Is it the time foreseen when civilization
closes its eyes to the reality of truth
and forsooth... annihilates itself and dies?
Life is great. Life is grand.
Things are happening and she is bobbing to the music
Her feet are prancing.
Her heart is dancing.
How could things get better?
BAM!
One phone call
Annihilates every bit of joy.
Gun violence.
She never expected it to reach her family.
But now it has.
Dead:
her smile annihilates me;
..this is not the girl..
instead,
the whites of her eyes glint..
the blindness of love:
She loves me,
She loves me not!
Dandelions.
????????????????
Foolishness, this test of love..
I know nothing of your heart,
I know nothing of:
Beauty..
Not... when it cuts,
a scion of truth and foolishness,
the blue-blood
of the unstricken vein;
Do you even bleed?
I need a whisper..
the quiet trickle,
of selfless-giving..
that which whistles;
breathes!
(as the wind, through thistle)
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The bristle of wheat,
your lips the harvest..
of the dead, my dearest.
Kill me with your smile,
for I am already:
Dead
Stripped
Barren
Nude
Undressed
Exposing what’s bare
Leaving me defenseless
Maiden violated
Pillaging her treasure
Wearing down the broken
Makes you hard as steel
Mother given the mark of Cain
The Crone cries for what
Was lost & stolen from her soul
By the tin man born without a heart
Snapped in Stockholm
Trapped in your tower
Of bitter neglect
My foe forgets me
I am dead to him
But, then I scream like a banshee
For justice
The curse of loving me
Is the haunting by the phantom
Who destroys all who torment me
Wicked betrayals become obsession
For the one you threw away
Time & time again
Like a piece of garbage
Mercy withheld
My sweetness turns sour
My love acidic
Vengeance rules the heart
That you neglected to fill with love
On the edge of madness
Bungee cord snapped
Desperately hanging on
Trying to gather what’s left of my heart
That you shattered in to a million pieces
Harrowing abuse, threats, manipulation & torture
My punishment for daring to challenge my ruler
Yet, you pretend it’s not true
So you don’t have to look at the batterer looking back at you in the mirror
Who annihilates women for sport
Even though dsyfunction and death surround you
You fail to see my blood dripping from your diabolical hands