Best Ascendency Poems
Knocked down a pervasive glass ceiling
And left the racist bigots reeling,
Meteoric rise to Vice-Presidency
And the praise for her ascendency
Lets little girls know the sky is the limit
And, in America, that is the prevailing spirit.
Categories:
ascendency, america, beautiful, success,
Form:
Acrostic
They ring in ears for years to come
As chords of stunning hurt they strum
And resonate on mental strings:
All those spoken, hurtful things.
Those who spoke the hurtful words
Which roll like balls of billiards
Inside our heads eternally
Care not of damage they don’t see
But all the pain, their words have caused
Which haunts us every time we’ve paused
Will form our lives; impact our fate
And of our lives will educate
And of those words we can’t forget
No longer do we care or fret
For there are higher planes we see
Of justified ascendency
For ones who spoke: We've moved on,
And know your words won't be withdrawn.
Forgiveness we may one day let, but …
Your hurtful words we can’t forget.
Categories:
ascendency, bullying, conflict, discrimination, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
Creator of Life, you are,
We extoll your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendency,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavour.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
October 18,2015
Categories:
ascendency, dedication, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul
Traipsing around the anguish of the Golgotha crucified, I
smell their departing vapours. Yet, each step around
your fading ruin ignites a crucifixion within me.
Impaling me to your cross.
I hang upon your sorrow like a broken scarecrow, and
linger at your feet, hoping to be remembered in the
land to come. But, all I see is a simple man, pained to
the end of his tether. Shedding tears that fall from pain
filled eyes, as desperate for earthly release, as he is for
heavenly deliverance. Tears that nourish the dirt where
they fall and bless the heads of those who stand close
Loping between the legs of your faithful, I nip the ankles of
your accusers, a rightful dispenser of their pennance. Final
miracles are demanded but no longer heard, the weak of faith
tumble away like brittle leaves, blown by the frailest of winds.
Eliciting akward glances that feed my empathy, and soul
wrenching moments drained by your despair. No longer
cowed by man and his craven destructions, I sit at the
foot of your cross, resolutely guarding your ascendency.
Categories:
ascendency, bible, dog, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Involute ascendency of an omniscient detriment encased a
crystalline fragility fragmenting. Yearning a periphery absolved
stains the insidious chronicle red. A fading feeling of self
treason is absolute utopia asunder. Subtly i digress yet
paramount is this polarity diverse within me. Caged withing a
translucent spirit my voracious depths untold stagnate abound.
Categories:
ascendency, angst, introspection, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
It is worn, patched, and tattered, frayed about the edges. It has at times offered me adrenal ascendency, scared me out of my wits, challenged me to act, or to be still. Its warmth has often failed me. Its compass deviated from true north or at times just ignored. I was told to “wear it as a loose garment”, yet it often felt too restraining or cumbersome. Still it is my choice to slip into it each morning, share a quiet moment, a sip of coffee, a laugh about a patch or stain.
It is more frail now, more likely to require re-stitching of old wounds and faded patches. And yet it serves me well. Its distant colors chuckle as we recall a hot sauce stain, that bar in Angelo, the too often sewed pocket still holds its own. Several of the “original” buttons remain to taunt the newer ones. None are sure where the others went, or why.
And so we sip coffee and recall the tears and joys of birthday cakes, of babies snuggled in its flannel fierceness, and carry on.
loosely worn garments
a history of flannel
frayed edges of life
2/25/2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Categories:
ascendency, age, family, life,
Form:
Haibun
(Dzachuka Tibet, summer of 2017)
The Madness of the Crowd and Other Popular Delusions
The crowd is always prone to madness
Since reaction as a herd in danger
Demands conformity without reason.
The fact we live in a time of madness
Is nothing new or unusual,
Relative Reality after all being
Merely a conspiracy of relatives.
But sometimes it seems it’s all now extra crazy
As traditional boundaries break down
And everyone is free to think and say
And increasingly do whatever they want.
The ascendency of gender dysphoria
And acceptance, even celebration
Of child mutilation
Being a case in point.
But the fact is, we live in a world of illusion
Which the madness and delusions of the crowd
Is merely attempting to adapt to,
As all our perceptions and thoughts filter through
A mind which can do no other than interpret and distort.
These are the tools we are given,
A mind and body hardwired to survive
In a world of illusion, thus adapted
To the point of expertise with spinning illusions.
It’s not our fault, but instead our destiny
To find a way through
Out of the Cave of Unknowing
Into the Space
Of a land before time.
(12/6/24)
Categories:
ascendency, life, perspective, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
Fighting, facing from the world
Women are the slave of the world
They know the meaning of sacrifice
What haven't they sacrificed
Women are the need of the men
Then why they are being killed by the men?
Why don't a men understand,
How strong a women can stand?
Women fights for you till her end
Why men is the reason for her end?
Women is the one u need
Then why they are in deed?
Why they think a girl is a burden?
Is this the reason for her aversion
They are the gift of the god
Only a few of them have got
Women are auxiliary with men
They are superior then to the men
Respect women till your life end
Both sex will have happy end.
Categories:
ascendency, anger, feelings,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You wore your vernix like a crown on a budding successor
Head held up high and then there was an almighty scream
I cut the chord and crowned the royal moment with a kiss
The inauguration of Princess Sarah
Still a bit squashed from the passage of naked transmission
Dressed in heavenly light you wasted no time and held court
Infused with the power of birth you aligned all canopy’s stars
An innocent heartwarming Princess
The fragrance of your soft skin mixed with sandalwood scent
An aura transcended the air and vibrations entered my soul
Irresistible you began your reign with unshakeable prowess
Divine Sarah Princess of instantaneous Peace
A moment of silence and then you drew me into your reign
Fed on nature’s ambrosia and sucked in the power of love
Took a firm look around and decided to slumber for a while
A priceless Princess taking over my world
By your own future Queen’s acclaim you thrived on Royal Jelly
Like Agape personified you smiled and assumed the throne
Cuddled up in a blanket of violet shades in lavender petals
A modest Princess draped in a cloth
They say that the emperor rules better without any garments
And your hair tussled hair shone like a pure garland of prayer
‘I am not concealed’ you seemed to say ‘but draped in the truth’
This Princess needs no scepter to strike gold
Of course the quiet inception was followed by sleepless nights
Indigestion and fevers as well of reminder of fragile existence
Many a night I watched almost helpless right next to your berth
Even Princesses need sweet soothing lullabies
As you grew older you rebelled with purpose against the old order
Drew up your own constitution and rearranged outdated commands
Took to insurgence and regime change and nascent nonconformity
Novel nobility and a Princess in renewed charge
But when I first looked into your blue eyes and felt your tender skin
I knew all too well that my incumbency was finite and ready to swap
My council already waning for your ascendency simply waxed for me
To hand over the torch to my Princess Sarah
04th April 2020
Categories:
ascendency, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Even after 69 years of life experience,
There is one issue that I cannot help you with,
As my opinion on it is so muddled and indecisive.
And I will have to leave it up to you,
To find a thread of thought that you can live with and defend,
Hopefully more robustly than the one I cannot quite grasp.
When I consider Nelson Mandela and his Ideas on Truth and Reconciliation,
I favor his approach over that of having no room for forgiveness,
When it comes to the things people do to each other in times of war.
Yet I wonder if it was the man not the idea that made people put aside,
Their thirst for revenge and the need for killing when peace is in ascendency over war.
Then I think of Hitler and my heart starts to harden and mercy,
Seems out of my reach.
Now we have the war in Ukraine and the call for war crime trials,
And my thoughts are betwixt and between,
With the only thing I am sure of is that the Russian invasion,
Was never a viable option,
For anyone who understood that for every action there are consequences,
That should be considered,
And it is the price of world order for Russia to be stopped.
But as for whether calls to hold individuals to account,
As a prerequisite for peace,
I am almost but not quite sure if it is a mistake.
And finally do I think we should look to truth and reconciliation
As something to consider when the War in Ukraine is is over,
Of course I do
Yet do I think there are individuals who need to be made examples of - Probably.
Would I like to decide which ones - no!
As I have no way of knowing if doing so could be sowing the seeds
Of another war.
So, to conclude, I think we must never stop hoping that,
The next time a war ends,
We choose a path that lessons the chance of a repeat performance.
Categories:
ascendency, baptism, brother, character, christian,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The morons have no heart,
they are heartless.
In the left side of their brain,
nothing is right.
In the right side of their brain,
nothing is left.
That's why they use their
stony heart to break heads
as Palm kernel nuts.
Oozing out of their mouths
are crafty cunning words.
A perverted truth.
With humiliation as their brush,
they painted and
disgraced our youths publicly,
the very backbone of their
ascendency to glory and power,
the very ones who sleeplessly
and tirelessly sweated day and night,
to make sure of their tomorrow,
the only heirs to our future.
You dashed their hope in the mud.
You paid them with your spit on their faces.
How can we not see it.
With illusion of magic
they confuse the minds
of gullible people.
Their lies stinks.
I weep for those who believe them.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
ascendency, conflict, how i feel,
Form:
ABC
A shadow runs across a meadow
a hawk above me on a cloudless day.
A high prescience
for a moment
overhanging a far heaven.
It is not stooping or diving,
not reaching or snatching,
it is not bent to the wind like an arrow,
nor hunting.
When Goshawks hunt
they trace small circles,
seeking a rustle and bustle,
tell-tale signs of scurry.
For now it is not compelled or held
by any thought or sight,
lithely it sails,
nonchalantly counting coup,
jousting with the sun on lancing wings.
A raptor cleaving its authority.
Swift winged conqueror!
An ascendency unmatched
by anything else this day.
Categories:
ascendency, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
. for public domain
I fear each Winter's ascendency.
I loathe its long and formidable reign.
I yearn for Spring and Summer showers,
Autumn's chilling wind and brutal rain.
Winter's doom, long on once fertile ground,
entombs a broken stem and decaying limb,
mutes leaves of grass without a sound,
hovers our land like a deadly hymn.
Each preceding Season's history,
embalmed by each Winter's dreadful sound
says, "Endure well your austerity.
Words worth hearing shall be once more found."
Categories:
ascendency, death, hope, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
He took an oath beneath the chandelier palace,
tongue lapping at furtive moth wings.
A crown of collectible bottle caps
balanced on his warty brow.
Lilith bowed as he passed,
her petals muttering oaths.
Tadpoles formed a scepter’s ascendency,
guiding his webbed ascent.
In the court of cattails and reeds,
he declared dominion over ripples.
Bullfrogs drummed a royal cadence,
while dragonflies danced in tribute.
But power is an annoying fly,
buzzing just beyond reach.
A heron’s aperture loomed large,
eyes shined with hunger.
Final words stung in the chasm:
“Long live the king.”
Then muted,
as the throne sank beneath the reeds.
Categories:
ascendency, muse, mystery, myth, nature,
Form:
Spoken Word